You know, September 11 is a somewhat important anniversary for me. Yes, there’s that event that happened six years ago, but right now I’m talking about one year ago. Today marks one year that I’ve been at my current workplace. Back in university, work only ever lasted 4 months at most, after which I’d get a reprieve and head back to studying. However, in the real-world there’s no such escape. That’s probably a good thing, though. We can’t have people just disappearing for four months–productivity would be in the toilet.
I won’t say that time has flown because that would just be a downright lie. 
I can’t say that it’s dragged on either. To me, it feels like my time there just is what it is. Does that make sense? Hmm…how do I explain this… Well, it feels like work is an integral part of who I am at the moment. It feels like there is no real defined past about it: it just always “was.” Of course, mentally, I’m quite aware that there was a beginning. There will also be an end. One day I’ll leave the company and move on to the next phase of my life (I guess). So, I suppose then that it’s best if I just exist right here in the moment, no?
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2 comments
Hui says:
Wed. September 12, 2007 at 12:13 pm (UTC -4 )
Classic Nery existentialism!
Jay says:
Wed. September 12, 2007 at 12:58 pm (UTC -4 )
I am…Nery-stential.