It’s been a few months since I last updated this blog and since the last time I checked in, a few things have changed.

Today marks the last day of my internship and the only thing I took from that job is that bosses can be irrationally nitpicky and would have you scramble back and forth for either their own amusement or because they’re just really dumb.

However, I am very glad that I got the chance to take this job. Not a lot of people are lucky like me and I’ve learned the importance of connections in the business world. The more people you know, the higher the chances you’ll get further in life.

Just having this company in my resume may be enough to attract a few eyes. I am very grateful for this honor and I hope that I never encounter someone like my commanding manager ever again.

During these few months, I have been able to write more due to the free time I had at work and I am extremely proud of my output. I have never felt more productive in my life. It seems like it does make a difference when you put your mind to doing something, rather than letting it sit because you’re too distracted.

I wish that this coming month would be the same. I want to remain as productive as I had been during work. I want to write and never stop writing.

I like to think that because of my productivity these past three months, my audience grew quite tremendously. I am receiving comments and traffic and kudos to the stories that matter. I am very glad of this change.

Because of this, I will miss working at the company. It might have been paying me money but what I received was more than just cash.

Thank you.

I hope that I can keep this up and create better and better stories for those who end up stumbling upon them.

This is a rather short one as work-life is really tiring and I am tired.

For the first two months, I had been struck with the realization that this might be it for me. I could be stuck, for the rest of my life, with an unpromising office job. I would wake up at seven in the morning and come home at six in the evening. I would eat my dinner and then head to bed. My life would lack taste and nothing would be interesting to me. I would fall behind on everything that has happened in life.

It had been quite overwhelming for me when I figured this out. All I did was wake up, go to work, go home, eat dinner, and sleep. I do not want this lifestyle. I told my mother about it and she said that she had a good couple of years experiencing just that. I felt horrible and I’m sure she did too.

While this might be what people want to do, I do not think I could stand it. I wish that I would become successful with a writing career and become my own boss. I dislike being told that my ideas and designs are not good when they’re not even spared more than two glances.