Perils of worklife..

For the past 3 weeks, I've been working as an administrative temporary staff which loosely translates to office boy and have put boxing training on hold for the moment because of the reality of life in Singapore. Reality bites.

Everyday(almost), I wake up at 715, bathe and get ready to board a crowded bus to Clementi. The ride can take an hour at most and 45 mins at the very least. Then I squeeze my way into a sardine packed MRT to redhill. I have to reach the workplace by 9.

I earn $7 an hour and knock off by 6.

I hate my job, it's like a cemetary every morning, every cubicle a tombstone. I dread going to work, I almost have to slap myself awake every mourning, I mean morning. I do reminder calls, photocopying, data entry and whatever possible crap that falls onto my lap. In the army, these people were called "Sai Kang Warriors", I should know.

Is this your life? Well, it is mine. And I dream of the day where I can sit back and earn passive income and enjoy doing what I WANT to in life instead of what I need in order to survive this wretched reality.

Alas, I believe everything happens for a reason, and I must take this suffering before I can taste some decent form of pleasure. How long it takes, I do not know.

I have a plan though, to save up 2k and become a full time forex trader by next year, and if things turn out well, then maybe I can get out of the rat race.

In other news the Jones-Calzaghe match is about to begin on Nov 8th, that's like a week away. I'm going for Jones even though I think he will lose.

I'm still going to try to find a decent job, sending out resumes and all, but if that doesn't work out, then its back to school.