I feel old.
I blame it partly on my day job. I’ve been an intern for the past 6 months with 2 more months left and I’ve seen various batch of interns from other universities come and go. I’ve grown accustomed to the 8-5 schedule, suffered Monday blues, started calling my senior colleagues by their first names and had my fair share of tasting office politics.
Sometimes I really think 8 months of internship is a wee bit long.
Let’s rewind a little bit. I’m good at that.
Thanks to a friend I was caught candid playing sand art in a local shopping mall in Ipoh – just a few weeks before I left that sleepy town for home to begin my internship. Though it remained obvious, I always thought I was that smaller kid in the photo. A little denial can’t hurt, right?
My coursemates and I have always wondered what will happen to us after our internship. Will we be different? If so, how different can we become?
I was discussing with a good friend about our approaching final year. Once again, we are all at the familiar crossroads of choices. Which major should we take? Which minor should we take? What about our electives?
I was caught in a dilemma myself. Should I take a major that most of my friends are choosing? Courses like Petroleum Engineering or Energy – where all the money is at. Or should I take the road less traveled and pick something I actually have interest in – even if that means I’d be alone in that journey?
Yesterday, I made my decision. I took the road less traveled. Again. I’ll have to be more independent now, but that’s what it’s all about isn’t it? After all, my coursemates aren’t the ones taking my degree for me – we have our own battles to fight, and more so when we graduate.
I think my friends and I will experience a certain degree of change within ourselves, a more personal kind of change. Our own perspectives towards things and people around us. And maybe start to worry if we’ll ever end up becoming like that typical, sleepy, boring old fart that we see everyday in the corner of his cubicle awaiting his monthly pay (not referring to anyone specific but if you think it’s you then maybe you should be worried too).
I have more stories to share from my day job, but I’ll save them for later. I’m just jotting this down to mark yet another crossroads we all have to come to.
Boy, do I feel old. And maybe a teeny weeny tiny bit wiser. Just maybe.