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Jobless No More

liclogoAfter months of incessant ‘Job O Job, wherefore art thou?’ ing, I got one, even if it did take quite a while. And at LIC no less. Phew, now that that’s over, I can look forward to the training and getting paid for doing something rather than the other way round. Aristotle might have said ‘All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind’ but I say, if I’m going to be absorbing and degrading my mind anyway, might as well get paid for it!

Besides the more I like doing something, the less I call it work (don’t remember who said this one). And to think , I was on the verge of applying for the Indian Bank and Bank of India POs. In one month I’ll have to move to where ever the training is scheduled and of course the biggest headache is getting a new cell phone number. Let me rephrase that. Getting a new number is not the problem but switching to it certainly is. Gah! Where is number portability when you want it? 

So how do I feel after getting a job? Excited, ecstatic, nervous (jus a lil’ bit) I could go on and on, really (I know a lot of adjectives!). Many people have warned me that getting a job and holding it down are too entirely different things, that the initial euphoria will wear off, that it is not all as it’s cracked out to be, that…oh and a lot of things. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to that place myself eventually. But for now I can hardly wait!

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