Cat-Eating Doctor

When I was a kid, I always dreamt of being a doctor. Well, we only have a couple of choices when we were kids. Become a doctor and cure cancer, be a firefighter or a policeman and serve the people, be an actor and entertain everyone, or be a superhero who wears their underwear on top of their tight spandex pants. As we grow older, we added “engineer” or “lawyer” or “businessman” to our to-be list. In Highschool, we were more specific on the job we want to have. In college, we’re screwed, as the choices exponentially increases. And so we thought that after college, we can start on working to be the next bill gates and build our own empire, or be the next Donald trumph and own billion-dollar worth of industries. But as we work on our first job, we were completely disillusioned and began searching for the next big thing, or better than what we have when we started working.

I started working, and still am, at a microchip manufacturer as an industrial engineer. My job is to monitor the machine performance and work with projects for effective utilization of the machines. I have no regrets with what you can call “industry based salary.” After my first year, or even before I reached it, I considered leaving my job but considered not to. I have the offer ready, and all I have to do is to print my resignation letter. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I called back and declined the offer. Some people might say that I’m stupid for letting go a better offer, a better job, but I guess I was one of those people who takes chances on what they have right now, hoping for the best to materialize.

And so another company called, months after I declined the offer. Again I declined. The offer is still not good.

And another one called 2 weeks ago. The automotive industry, unless if its an F1 team calling, is not the place that I want to go to.

And so here I am, working on a 40hr/wk job, still waiting for the next best thing to come. I’m trying to make things happen for me by building networks on different departments within our company, hoping that their manager would call me and say that they want me in their group. I’m just waiting for my phone to ring or for an email from these departments. But I guess they won’t, because I never told them that I want to transfer. Not now, maybe later.

I remember chatting with my old college friend Sel. She’s working in Puerto Rico for Procter and Gamble in the marketing department. We had a chat regarding our work, our bosses, and how hard it is working in a job in which we don’t know if it’s the right job. Maybe it’s like college, you’ll never know if you’ll stick with your major until it’s too late to shift out and get another course. If that’s the case, then I have to stick with my job for 3 years. Maybe after 3 years, I’d know where to go and what to do. I just hope that I have not killed myself in the next ~2years.

I wonder if I kept my dream of being a doctor. I guess I’ll be in medschool right now, slicing cats and eating siopao.