Routine is Hell

It’s been how many months since I last updated my blog, and for many months, I really missed the day when the problem I have is understanding the archaic words from the 19th-century novels. Adulthood is different, having a routine to have seven hours of sleep and wake up to go to work is something challenging—but I love it.

I love the day when I first day of being hired in a company, I was very excited to go to work and learn, discover, and adapt to the environment that what company has. I make friends, I love talking to them every single minute, learning together about the work, and having coffee together.

For how many months I feel something that strange, disturbing, I feel like I’m not comfortable with what I have felt in an environment. I heard so many issues, gossip, and judgments, which I don’t really know what’s happening, and something that I don’t want to be associated with. I don’t mind others' opinions; however, the more I ignore them, the more I get distracted.

I’m the kind of person who has a wide vision. I came in to be one of the professionals in the company. But time goes by, and I don’t have a plan to be what I want to be. This place is not meant for me. Let’s say you can make a lot of money, but what is money if you are not comfortable in the environment, and if it’s not healthy for you?

But now, I’m still here, having a plan that I hope will be effective; I should have focused on my progress and not given a fuck about others. That’s all for me.