I love my job

I think I've come a long way (by my standards), since the days when I used to work in my aunt's bathroom appliance store. If I can recall it correctly, my job designation was receptionist cum accounts executive cum sales executive cum despatch cum over here and get the job done. This was what I did when I was fresh out of Uni with no prospective employers in sight willing to even give my resume a sniff. So back to the job, it was a mundane routine every day from Monday to Saturday. Work began at 9am to 7pm (or later on some days). I totally dreaded it and I thought to myself if this is what work is and I'm going to be doing this for the rest of my life then Adam really screwed it for me big time when he got himself thrown out of Eden! Lunch was the only thing I looked forward to everyday. I would trudge to the economy rice stall at the end of the terrace shop to "tapao" my lunch and head back to office to eat. Sundays was spent going to church in the morning and getting home to rest/sleep/tv/internet cafe and psych myself up for the coming week. What a vicious "weekcycle". I was determined to get myself out of this rut.....