当初决定离乡背井 北上来到槟城打拼时 我原先定下在这里最多呆个2-3年 用2-3年来累计工作经验 然后就
不过话说回来，我来到槟城的际遇还算不错。进了一家美国大公司 上司也不错 起初工作还真的蛮愉快的，还去了好几趟美国，所以一呆就呆了6年有多。只是工作越久就觉得越不对境，面对着经济大海啸的打击 看着公司的总裁一次又一次的发了自己几百万美元的红利 同时实行一系列削夺员工福利的措施 心情一次又一次的下沉。
看着自己薪水每年微涨5% 楼价却高涨50%， 经济饭从5年前的RM3.50起价起到现在的RM6 (70%)，咖啡冰从RM0.90起到RM1.60 (77%)，怎么感觉打工越久生命就越坎坷？
For me, it has been either working, working, working and then working lately, or when there is some breathing space, I will spend the time to
When I first decided to leave my hometown and head north to Penang, my original idea was to stay here for 2 to 3 years at most. I will use this 2 to 3 years to work my ass of and accumulate the invaluable work experience, and then
The problem was back in my college days, there used to be a lot of instances where those immoral managers from the big companies would come to give us
It has been good for me though, coming to Penang. I managed to squeeze myself into an American MNC, my manager was very good, and I thoroughly enjoyed my early working life. I even got the opportunity to travel to the US quite frequently. That's why I managed to stay on for 6 years and counting now. Problem is, the longer I work, the more I realize things don't add up. Shortly after I started working, we were hit my the worst economic crisis since The Great Depression. Since then I witnessed our beloved CEO repeatedly implement measures that cut into employees' welfare and benefits, while at the same time draw millions of dollars in bonus for himself. Every time he announces such new measures, my mood will plummet even more. To rub further salt into our wounds, he would make the trip to Penang every once in a while to tell us "We are all in this together, the fiscal measures affect all employees including me!"
I have been witnessing an engineer draw on average, a meager increment in salary of 5% annually, while the price of houses skyrocketed 50% or more. I have watched a plate of economic rice (basically set meal with rice and a couple dishes) increase in price from RM3.50 to RM6 over a 5 year span (70%), and a glass of iced coffee go from RM0.90 to RM1.60 (77% increase). I find myself always questioning myself: why is it the longer we work, the more tragic our life seems to become?
There was a time when I had a plan to create enough passive income at the age of 35, then retire and travel the world. Sadly, after a few years of being baptized by reality, the plan turns into a dream, in fact it is fast becoming more and more like an illusion. I have been working for 6 years, but today I feel almost exactly as accomplished as I felt like 6 years ago. What the heck have I been doing in these 6 years exactly?
Sometimes, I really feel like giving in to that rush of impulse and throw the resignation letter out, pack up my backpack and ride of into the sunset while searching for the love of my life. But every time, that feeling dissipates as quickly as it formed. I would think back to 6 years ago, when I resigned from my first job of 4 months, gave up everything and moved to Penang to hunt for a better job. I ended up going half a year without any income. Whenever I remind myself of this pathetic 6 months, all the fire in my belly is effectively doused.
Lately, I have been reading a lot of blogs by travel bloggers. I always end up feeling very envious of them, because they dared to do the thing that I did not and still do not dare to do. Amazingly, all of them bloggers appear to be so content with their decisions to give up everything, pack up and be on the move. Is my fear of the unknown misguided?? Should I really rekindle the same kind of passion that I had 6 years ago, and once again set everything down and just, go?
This is very frustrating.