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Running for Air: 12.12.12

Dear December, 

Running for Air: 12.12.12

As they say we could never turn back time and today is the day that'll be truest...
12.12.12

if you are wondering why i came up with the title Running for Air, its because for months now, actually it has been almost 6 months that Ive been contemplating on myself and what i do...work has been so tiring, yes literally tiring, like bad kind of tiring, when i was an intern here in the place where i work, Ive been having the time of my life, its as if there was a burning passion and reason to wake up every morning just to go to office  (note: i volunteered here for 6 months plus) and that every meeting and every single thing i do is very exciting, don't get me wrong I'm not tired because i stayed here for long and its just because I'm fed up working...



They say when you love what you do then you will never work a day in your life, but for me i LOVED my work, yes you heard that right i used to... but not so much right now...

my routine very single day:
wake up- go to work - work until lunch - work during lunch - have my poison breaks - work again - meetings -answer calls-answer emails-coordinate meetings-organize events-assist my immediate boss- work until 11pm or dont go home anymore - then home.

yes, my routine varies from working late until midnight, having meetings outside (but as an assistant), writing correspondence (draft them and let the cruel one paint them with blue ink from hell)

The thing is I'm tired physically, but it is more than that, I'm tired emotionally, its when you do things that you really worked hard for a long long time and you bring about every single energy to your work but at the end of the day you wont be acknowledge, its not as if i wanted to be given an award or something, or i want them to give me money, no it ain't about the money... its about being appreciated a simple congratulations, job well done, or a simple thank you would do...

but not, all i feel is that I'm not important, and that I'm not playing a vital role in the activities, i guess I've sacrifice enough that I'm ready to run for air and let the world know that hey, i was, and i am a part of this...sometimes its so much better to work for other people, at least they would say thank you or smile at me.
I dont need all the money in the world all i need is that you appreciate what i contribute, i aint for a lollipop, a smile would do me a thousand happiness.

Coz at the end of the day all i wanted to feel is be appreciated. 


Love,

N.

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