incredulity

3 days ago, i was in for a ride.

started my day excited about a career change. after a 15-minute meeting, it had been decided (almost, it is only now that it is finally clear to me) that it wasn't for me. (i think it was i who decided it was not worth it) -- thank God for the luxury of choosing jobs.

went back to a previous workplace. good to see old friends. no qualms when i came face to face with tasks i once was doing. and i thought i would not be able to go back there without feeling uneasy. too many bad memories... were there really many? now i think the good ones outnumber the bad ones. i had a nice time.

my work day did not end so well. found out that for some people, money is more important than people. i cried. and somehow, i decided, next time, i would work just for money. hmm, am i ready to do that? i don't know.

came home, tired. defeated.

then, i heard that a friend has some serious health problems. then in the midst of the monsoon rains, fire trucks sirens disturbed the silence of the night. some people are fighting harder battles than i am.

i am one selfish brat.