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Work. It's Always Work!

Hi, fam! It's been a while but your girl here is doing great and going strong as always. How are you guys doing? I do hope you lot is in good health. I have SO MUCH to tell. I don't know where to begin! I guess I should just start with a massive change in my career progression. I probably have shared this before but I used to work in a financial-related department. Everyone think it was hilarious considering I came from a different academic background. Can't argue, they're not wrong though but whatever is happening now has actually put me back on track. I am now working in a management-related department which is significantly relevant to my academic background. Not gonna lie though, it's tough but it's a good thing for me, especially in the long run. What's funny is that I had to fight for this position with my good friend. Out of thousands of people in my company, she was the one I had to fight against. Not only that, she is my roommate, my colleague, and once again my good friend. One could tell how upset she was when she got the news. There was a lot of drama, discontent, and professional arguments between us and the higher management. It was super controversial but we managed to sort it out. She was very upset that I got the job (a natural feeling) because when the ad came out, she went and sat for an interview. I was not interested and did not apply for the vacancy yet I got the job. I would do the same if I were put in the same position. Girl was really mad and almost left the company but she was smart. She did wait and decided to give herself a chance at the new department for at least a month. I think she did great. We both did great and I'm proud of us. I was sad to leave my old team. We are very close. Most of us share the same age so the environment is really fun. We talk about football, cooking shows, and current issues. We gossip about how tiresome our managers are and how we could use more manpower in our department to help us carry out our never-ending tasks. We talked about many impossible things we wish to have. It was great and I enjoyed every minute of it. I used to complain all the time but I missed everything I complained about. No regrets though. My new team rocks too and I'm happy to be part of it. Looking forward to having a good relationship with everyone while growing my network even better.

Academic Talk. Wait, What? 

I am about to begin my third semester. Everything was happening really fast. It felt like only yesterday I started this whole journey but it has been a year already. Wow! Looking back, I was so proud and super grateful for how my life has turned out so far. I hope I can continue doing what I love and be happy with every decision I make. Good or bad, it doesn't matter. Every turn I take will lead me to a new destination. Every mistake I do will teach me a lesson and every good thing I do will put me in great places. In the end, it is the experience that I'm looking for. I can't lie that it was super tough and it gets tougher when I have expectations. I crave excellent results. I want it for myself. A solid proof that I have given my best in my own capacity. A self-reward for all the hard work, sleepless nights, and countless hours of reading, analyzing, thinking, and processing complex information. Satisfaction is what I get from getting good grades. It's almost addictive and I can't help it. I keep wanting more of it and it's tiring. I have anxiety and always panic when it's time for the result announcement. I'd be sweating to the extent I can fill out a pool, my heart pounding as if it's going to explode. Can't even think of anything. My brain stopped working and I can't focus on a single thing. I may have been exaggerating a bit but trust me fam, it was real. Those effects are solid. As much as I hate it, my satisfaction with it overweight anything that comes in between. I'm glad I feel this way. I'm glad I had expectations. It shaped me to be the person I am today. I managed to get a fairly decent pointer for my second semester and I couldn't be happier about it. I was struggling. All I did was cry and complain. Not my best time though but I survived and I'm super thankful that I did. All glory to Allah. The most merciful. He knows how much I wish to have it and He is Ar-Razzaq, thus He provides. Taking this opportunity to thank my support system (family and friends) and fellow classmates who have been my partners in crime. All the time we spent thinking about why our answer sheets were different from each other, all the fighting about who was right and who was wrong. All the talks about why we enrolled and how unnecessary all the subjects are. Discussions on how we feel about doing things differently than what the book shows because we've been in the industry long enough and we just know things don't always go along with everything we've learned. I love how we talk about it and complain about it but our hands are still struggling to get the assessments done. We know exactly why we decided to enroll but we just say dumb things that do not make any sense at all so we can have room to communicate our displeasure/disappointment and express our feeling about how tiring this journey has been but we're still enjoying it and kind of want more of it. I love how I enjoyed a cup of coffee every time I got stuck with a question and how miserable I am to call EVERYONE no matter what time it is to ask them to help me. I love how I spend most of my evenings in coffee shops until it's very late so I can focus on my work. I really appreciate how my family and partner put up with my hectic schedule. It took a lot for them to accept it, especially my mother. I am the youngest child and very close to everyone in my family. I am also happy that my partner is very understanding and always helps me with my anxiety problems. I'm just thankful for everyone in my life. Regardless, I do wish the best for everyone. I'm going to rock semester 3 by making the most of it. Wish me luck!