I have had my share of job interviews in a span of almost 20 years. Some went well, others didn't but the point is: I should be past being afraid of the unknown by now.
Last night, I dreamt that some of my peers were in the same boat as I am right now, the future temporarily darkened by a cloud. I knew my story is not unusual but in my dream, we all ended up working in one place. That's when I knew I was dreaming.
If only for them, I wouldn't mind working ten hours each day on weekends. There is always something comforting about the familiar, even if I didn't totally get along with some of them back then.
Which brings me to being true to myself. All this time, I thought I didn't miss anyone at all and that I don't care if I don't see them ever again.
There is a lot to learn in a new environment, or even new faces. The former is relatively easier than the latter. I walked for an hour in the heat of the sun earlier today, trying to find the right building. When I finally did, I entered the back door and upon inquiry, I was politely asked to go front and register. By this time, my feet are killing me. But I found it anyway. To think, I took directions from the internet, the public transportation system website, no less.
And just when you thought you know a person enough, things are not always what they seem. So one can not trust both the inanimate and the human. True, I am there to work and not make friends. But a job becomes more bearable if the crowd is amicable.
Whatever it is, wherever it is going to be, God will not let me walk alone, even if at times, I myself refused to hold on.
