Money Money Money

The wedding. The gown. The banquet. The photos = $$$$$$$$$

The house. The renovation. The furniture. The monthly instalment = $$$$$$$$$$

As if my head isn't already exploding from trying to make the most out of my pathetic pay, I had just been informed that the company may not be able to support its existing operations for long.

I may go out of job, very soon.

Yes, yes. All of you will say, go find another job. No big deal.

Unless you have gone through job hunting the way I had, you have no idea what it means to be actually "hunting" for a job.

The last time I quit my job without an offer, I sent out over a hundred resumes within two months.

When I first graduated and was hunting for a job, I also sent out over a hundred resumes within two months.

I am not a bad worker. At least I don't think I am. I've had achievements at work that I am proud of. I've got a good attitude. But sometimes your resume just don't cut it. And it is no fucking big deal to own a bachelor degree. Every tom, dick or harry has one.

It's very tough having to put up an optimistic front when you're sinking inside. The money, family relationships, work. Or the lack of it. I am trying hard not to sink into depression.