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Work. Life. Work.
May 19, 2010As I write that NTE asked of me, Never in my life I felt this kind of self-pity. I didnt mind working long hours, or that i practically didnt sleep or go beyond my way to finish a project. That’s typically me. But with this, I suddenly went back as if I was forced to really look what is being done and what happened and where I am right now, I realized, I was like 3-legged dog being asked to plow fields yet not appreciated and being ignored as if I felt I do not exist as part of the company. And I am just content as a dog, happy that I have work. I didnt mind. It didnt seem wrong for me. I guess not till now. That everything is just futile.
So as I cover my explanation letter with butterflies and kisses and flowers, I suddenly went limp. Like the 3-legged dog that I was. And I felt I drained everything.
From a slave to a robot.


