Losing and Gaining
It wasn’t until my friend got his first job as a database administrator that I’ve decided to get serious with my job search. The fear of not landing a job has slowly seeped through my senses, and I was gripped by a sudden panic when I realised that I’m back to walking in the cold streets again by myself. I always knew that I would regain strength to brave Canada, but to some extent the courage has diminished. I still manage to wear my chin up, walk around downtown like a commoner and not feel a tinge of pity for myself, but my face cannot lie.
I got a call from the Bamboo Network one time about an upcoming job search workshop. Didn’t have second thoughts about joining, but a little embarrassed for someone who is believed to have good qualifications yet still not able to find one. It was like “The Ground Hog Day” movie where one wakes up to an insanely the same day; when waking up in the morning is nothing more than waking up from a deep sleep.
Joining the workshop was a thresher of emotions, a vent for my experience. I was happy to have joined it and to have met a buddy and friend apart from meeting some more friends. I felt wickedly happy for knowing that I’m not alone with the same situation, and it was really sick to get consolation from the realisation that the successful people I’ve met in that workshop might share the same fate as me. It was my support group, and I tried to learn as much as I could.
(to be continued)
