New Chance at Life

I told myself that I would never be a call center agent. But look where I am now... training to become one. So that survival may be a possibility.

I told my friends last Sunday a partial reason of leaving my old job. It's one of the major reasons. (Sorry, girls! I'll just have to take you for coffee sometime soon). It's hard to unburden yourself to people. I am REALLY afraid they won't really get me, or they might tag me differently from then on. I am protecting my interests. And my privacy. Some people, when they get a hold of valuable information, they have no other option but to leak it out.

Tuesday, as I sat during training, I was getting ready to give up. Quit and look for another niche in this wide world we live in. But then again, I thought, "If I leave, and I feel this exact same feeling in the next workplace, where will I be in 3 years? A bouncing bum?" I didn't like the picture it painted so I decide to stay and dream big.

With that, if the opportunity comes along, I would apply as the fresh hire (or new blood) trainer. Big pay, little effort! Not bad. If I finish my 4 year course, a managerial position is not too far away.

So there. Blabbering my mind out. I have a big exam tomorrow for US 101. I'm crossing fingers!