Herrmm. It's been a month and some days here at work. I've stopped wondering about ever contributing to the team because I am participating fairly actively now, for a junior, at least -- and that's more than I could ask for. I am enjoying the experience, the excitement, the rejection, and the mental exercise.
I went down with a really bad migraine some days ago, and had to take a day off to see the doctor and rest. I'm armed with really strong pain killers now (1 mg and I'm in painless heaven haha) so I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. I had to keep reassuring my parents as often as possible though. They're not that used to not seeing me when they get home, and they're certainly not used to seeing me sick (I've always been a pretty healthy kid). In another month or two, they'll probably get the hang of it. I'm even partially considering renting my own place somewhere near work but I can't fund myself yet so that will have to wait. Of course my dad will have to approve of that.
So here I am. I'm happier with my work than I expected (more of dreaded, haha) to be, in terms of the nature of my job, and the people I deal with. I'm earning for myself, I've stopped depending on mom to give me allowances for my food and fare, I'm even setting aside some for my personal shopping, este, savings (haha).
But still.
Yep. Something's missing. How much yearning can there be for a vague unknown in just one person? I feel there's so much of that yearning in me. And the "vague unknown" won't even begin to describe it -- heck I don't even know what it is (duh). I miss the gym. At least on a treadmill, I easily forget.
