Today, I had one of those days that began with some difficulty. While I had no problems getting up and getting to work, at work I could not keep my eyes open for the world. I literally think I dozed off about five times for five minutes while struggling to clear some alerts at the bank. You know, it’s not like what I do at the bank is particularly challenging.
I basically look at the same reports, similar alerts, and similar customers every day at the back office. And it goes on, week after week, month after month, and quarter after quarter. It’s boring, really, and since I get bored easily, I muddle through the work. Cause there’s no other way, and I absolutely have to meet deadlines. Or else the bank can get into some serious trouble for non-compliance of these things.
The only thing that made my day was lunch with Maksim, who is an older gentleman at my work. He is quite a character. I live for his stories about his childhood, about scuba diving, about his little home up in the hills that he drives to and from every day. I see him every day, running around, trying to get things done to maintain the old building. Talking to him always brightens up my day. Just enough to give me energy to keep on working–like a jolt of Energizer Bunny.
The day did become easier to deal with sometime after 11 am, when suddenly I felt so much more awake. Maybe it’s the two cups of tea that I had drank, or the freezing cold from the air conditioning, but I surely got to work, and got things done.
If only I had that energy every day.
At home, I was hounded today by my parents who wish for me to go get a Master’s degree. I love to go to school, but I am no longer willing to go to school to advance my career. If I further my education, I want to do it for myself, for my curiosity and to quench my thirst about topics, not to have another piece of paper nailed to the damn wall, of which I could be temporarily proud (until I hate what I do) and my parents proud that I’ve “finally” finished school. I think people are going around the wrong way when it comes to learning, and education.
But hey, what do I know? I guess a twenty-something deaf girl doesn’t really know much.