Sh*t happens..

I had a perfectly wonderful job with a very prestigious international bank, the pay was just OK but the perks were really good. Then I got bored. That’s when problems started to come in. I started to become one of those people who rants about how management sucks, telling friends about being overworked and underpaid, when Infact I had the easiest job in the world, harassing people in the United states to pay their credit card dues. I kept complaining about my new teammates, my new supervisor, about the cramped work space, etc. But the truth was, I was just plain bored with my job. It came to a point wherein everything had become a routine for me. House-Work-House, house-work-house.house-work-house. I easily get bored with things. I had a lot of issues, I need to transfer from one team to another because Makati’s too far for me. My original team was my close friends, were really bonded, we use to go to places like Tagaytay and Laguna, we use to gather every payday . have some drinks. And I felt that I wasn’t really happy with my new team. I fell inlove, and got hurt in the process. It made me a lifeless person, who didn’t want to go to work, who hasnt got any desire to go to work at all. I couldnt eat, sleep, and I cried a lot. I could almost say I didn’t want to live. I decided to quit to deal with my heartbreak. I thought that it would do me good if I quit so I could think, clear my head, heal my broken heart and eventually get back on my feet.