Tomorrow I will not be an Admin ASS.

"Do you have any questions for us?"
"Yes, is this job permanent?"
"Yes."
And my heart sank - not the reaction I expected.


I am about to do, what I do best - Quit. Yet again.
But this time around, I am certain that I will not be going back to admin-type sucky jobs.
I am going back to school. Not sure what I will pursue, but I will, for now, focus on absorbing all the learning and creativity and the freedom to dream that university has to offer.
As we grow older, so do our fears. We lose confidence and goals seem ever so unachievable.
"Beta aap bade hoker kya banna chahte ho?" Most of us have answered that question. At an age when we can't even spell the word "Astronaut" somehow becoming one didn't seem so difficult.
I can't seem to remember my answers to that quesiton. Having the eager-to-please kind of personality and being zero ambition, I am sure I answered what ever I'd think the person wanted to hear.
I still don't know what I really want to be. But I do know with utmost certainty what I do not want to be.

That bitter middle aged admin-assistant who didn't have the courage to quit her thankless, brainless permanent job with the government.

So here goes nothing.



An uncle of mine had this status on his facebook this morning:
"performed 2 divine miracles today at -10°C: like Moses, parted water (shoveled snow), then like Jesus, walked on water (frozen pond)."

Such a believer!