A first job is like the first love affair…it may have drained the life off you but you fondly remember it for being that first experience of something new, which would stay with you forever.I just quit my first job. By just I mean a few months back..I’ve started working elsewhere, with different people. In some way, I feel I’m still hungover about quitting the first job, not going to that office anymore, not walking in through the same door like I did , five days a week for the past two years. I miss not being a part of everyone’s life, not knowing the latest office gossips and stories. When you start working, you’re likely to be in your early twenties, fresh out of college full of energy and enthusiasm. And luckily you meet people exactly like you. At least I did. People who were happy, who wanted to do stuff in life..a lot of things. You sit for hours and discuss your plans and how you’re gonna make those work for yourself. You become wise and start giving life lessons to anyone who’d care to listen. Maybe its the boost from colleagues turned friends and the constant encouragement that makes us so confident. Its fun, its happy..delirious even, for a while before it starts fading away.You meet a bunch of interesting people with different personalities. Its fascinating.I met people who taught me the art of getting by, who taught me a lot about life and work and surviving the lot.I also met people who complain about everything, hate the job and inflicted that upon everyone around them. And some who are painfully aware of their good looks and expect others to work harder than themselves since they do not have their looks. Works most of the time, believe it or not..people are always eager to help them. I also met a few “know-it-alls” (though I usually reserve the term for myself), who consider themselves to be highly knowledgeable and therefore counter very hypothesis or bright and happy thing with something contradictory. You know, sort of in a ,”there is always something wrong with the world” kind of way.But I did learn from all of them. I had a bunch of valuable experiences..some good and others, not-so-good you can say. Of course, it wasn’t perfect my first job. I quit mine in a desperate need for change. And yet someday, I want to go back and work for them again..not for money, but for the wonderful experience I had there. I usually have a hard time explaining this..why did I quit at the first place then. I think its just something everyone feels..or I am lucky enough to have felt. The first job is what prepares you for life, teaches you to face your daily challenges, being disciplined and organized and so many other things.I am probably more passionate about my work than other things in life, hence this blog. So there’s no big intellectual question for me to leave you with. Just that, I think my first job was important and so was yours..no matter how big or small it was.
I write to hold on to some of it : lingering thoughts, fleeting ideas, fading memories and love.
Rotten Peaches Poetry 