So today, 2 January marks the anniversary of my entrance to the workforce. Indeed, it was barely 24 hours into 2012 when I received that fateful text message telling me that I was accepted into my first job and that I need to report for work the next day.
Celebrating a Worksary like no other!
I woke up bruised on the side of some airstrip with a few injured people lying on the ground next to me. Behind me is a bus that has been turned over with people still inside. I don’t know what happened, there was chaos and mayhem. But one thing for sure, there’s no real urgency to call for help for some reason as we actually had the luxury of time to make chitchat before doing anything.
How did a bus end up on an airstrip anyway?
In any university or college, one of the last things you do before fully graduating is to produce a thesis that you could present to a group of people serving as your panel, showcasing your research on a topic centered on a particular subject that you have to defend.
I had a strange dream last night. I saw myself sleeping in the couch of GMA’s 10th floor, knowing I’m no longer an employee there and when I woke up, I’m now in this place that looks like a pub filled with a lot of GMA people.
Somewhere, I was there.