Ephiphany

Ephiphany

I am not made for Operations. These past few days in London have made me realise that. I can't be bothered with the nitty gritty details of Operational work. Ensuring procedures are written down, cost cutting, improving efficiency, developing workflows, whether a chop for a inputter and checker is better than using the system as a verification tool, doing up time frames, doing up procedure manuals, whether your procedure manual is better, having consistency in your work...I mean, WHAT THE FUCK!!!? SO FUCKING WHAT??!!!...Your way is as good as mine!! So how does that improve anything!!!??? I'm not a fucking robot. I was made to be human and I love the humanistic aspects of myself. At the end of the day, the only fucking difference is how fast you do your job isn't it? Its just either YOUR WAY or MY WAY. FUCK THAT. I'm not interested in that. I'm interested in thinking my brains out in order to prove that I'm smarter. I'm into making a fool at someone else's expense. I'm into being so focused in my job that I couldn't care less about what's happening around me. I'm into solving problems when there seems to be no solutions. That's what I'm good at. That's the kind of job I aspire to have.

So where does this lead me to......the inevitable. I have to move away from a job which I know I'm good at but I just don't have the passion for. Is it the right move? I'm not too certain. But I'm willing to try. How soon? probably in a year's time in order to keep my promise.If not for anything, I will lead my life keeping promises that I make.