So today was officially my last day at work. I am beyond relieved. The last three weeks were worse than what I had ever anticipated, and I went in with no expectations. In fact, in regular fashion, typical of myself, I went in with zero expectations. I had heard enough horror stories about the trauma interns face freshly into an organization or a firm. Floating around in the bottom of the pool isn't the best feeling. Personally, what bothered me the most was the fact that I was kept jobless for a very long time. This has been a learning experience only in terms of making me very skeptical about whether I'm cut out for a proper job with "tasks" being assigned to me.
I somehow can't see myself be happy in such an environment, ever.
I have always considered myself a realist. When it comes to my own life and future, I am very guarded. And I generally prepare for the worst case scenario in every situation. Does acceptance of the possibility of misfortune make you a pessimist? If you are more courageously hopeful when it comes to others, does that point toward a double standard?
I have another month at home. And something tells me I should spend it in the highest level of comfort and laziness possible. Come July, my life will be very different once more. I will be moving into the hostel and living with a bunch of girls, some known to me, some absolute strangers. Somehow I'm more wary of a few that I know. College will resume again and with it all the tests and assignments and presentations. I will be seeing the Delhiite after more than two months, and see how things are in that front. Distance and time apart always bring about subtle changes, be it good or bad. It would be interesting to see how things would be in a month's time.
I would like to write more, but I've had a long day and my thoughts aren't overly organized. More later.