Since I was sitting at home and doing nothing, my dad asked me to accompany him to work everyday. He always wanted me to join the business—after all had set it up himself and who doesn’t want their kids to join their business?

I felt a little awkward going to his office as I had been going there since I was 10 years old, initially to play on the computer and later on just as a visitor. Everyone called me by my first name and I was generally treated as a baby there. So when dad told me that I had to be the “boss”, the butterflies in my stomach suddenly transformed into birds!!

Well, having some work experience behind me and a somewhat idea of how the corporate world worked, I walked into “my office”. I got a warm welcome, though a few eyebrows were raised here and there. I was feeling soooo weird...the last time I walked in, ppl had ruffled my hair and offered me chocolates and now those very ppl were wishing me good morning!!!! It was a very strange experience; I felt important, grown up and at the same time very out of place too for some reason I didn’t know!

Its been abt a month now and tho I haven’t really began doing anything major, I have kinda understood the way things work around here. Well, having daddy dear around is such a boon...whenever I’m stuck with anything, he’s there to bail me out!!!

My dad’s gone out of station and I thought I’d bunk while he’s away. But he called me up in the morning and made sure I went to work L So here I am, sitting at work and blogging away to glory! Wish dad never finds out!!!

i always thought i would get a job where i could exploit my creative skills. so after landing the job of a content writer, i was pretty excited.i thought i could write some great articles that would be both enlightening n entertaining for my 'readers'. but little did i know that all i had to do was get stuff from google, rephase it and jot it down. OK, the job wasn't that bad also...it did give me the opportunity to show off my vocab and my english knowledge. but then did anyone really care whether i wrote "the story is funny" or "the story is indeed laughter provoking"?!! i really doubt it!!!!!
however i did realise that no job is actually GREAT. going to office everyday in a crowded bus, having to worry about getting late and hopelessly looking at the watch every ten mins to see how many minutes to go before its 6.30 are, i guess, common to every job! the only thing u can do is hate your job, or rteally really hate your job. no one can have a 'dream job' coz that doesn't exist, n whoever says it does, lies!!!!
so what we can all do is just stop sulking n look for the good things in the job - bitching about the management with equally disillusioned n bugged-wit-life colleagues, sending the peon out for chips n kurkure, fighting about the AC temperature n of course waiting for the salary.
do i really care whether i am a banker, a content writer or a teacher? nyaah! n i dont think a lot of people i know do either. just the friends u make at work, the money n the fancy office matter.
life sucks, careers suck, n i have sadly accepted that.