When I was in high school I told myself that after I got out of Uni, I’d go into journalism. I’d try my luck at a local publishing house and write tonnes of feature articles, cover so many interesting events and news and then strike gold with my own column.
Didn’t quite work out as well as I planned. I did get to intern at a publishing house and that opened my eyes to a lot of things. It forced me to get out of my shy-quiet-reserved self and ask questions that poked people, gave them something to really furrow their brows and think about. I wasn’t particularly spectacular at it but with the help from my editor, I managed to get past most of the hurdles.
I thought then, after the publishing house closed, that I would strike out on my own as a freelance journalist. But the market here in Singapore is so saturated and I knew so many others who were forced to do advertorials – things they never sought out to do but were forced to because it was the only thing that would pay their bills.
What do I do now? I’ve been job-hopping. Some people think I’m being too finicky, picking at different aspects of my job and finding fault or a reason so that I could bail ship. I could say I was being picky but there are some things that you just can’t really continue. Poor work welfare, the lack of a proper team, management shifting blame and not standing firm and taking responsibility. When the company succeeds, everyone jumps into the potpourri of confetti and celebration. When it bombs, everyone points their finger at someone else.
What happens now? Well… there are plans in place. Slowly, I’m gonna set some stuff in motion. Things that should have been started eons ago. It’s gonna take time and a hell lot of patience and determination. But I know for one thing, when it blooms, it’s gonna be the sweetest thing ever.
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