Sometimes I will never get myself why I can not seem to just stick with one job. No peace and solace in immobility, or at least that is how a routine feels like for me. A stick in the mud. Nothing more a little patience could do. It is hard because I find myself starting all over again.
This Thursday night, I would be officially resigned from a call center company. Happy that I would regain the youthful glow I once had when I was not perplexed to comply with the graveyard shift. But Somehow I am back to worrying about the future. This Thursday afternoon I have a job interview for a trainee position in one of the best salons in Ortigas. This would mean working day time, paid at the minimum or perhaps work by commission but definitely there is growth a bona fide career. Fingers crossed. This time, there is no quitting.
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