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A year in the actual adulting.

It's been a year.
A year ago, today I started my career in the IT industry.
Maybe this might sound lame but it's been a full year.
A year full of surprises. I really didn't think that I would ever get a job. I seriously lacked self confidence in the final year of my college. Fortunately, I could get one. When I was writing an online recruitment exam, my phone started beeping, I looked at it and found that I got placed. There were messages like congratulations! You finally made it! Yay
And I was like thank you! Yeah I made it ! Blah-blah! I went to my mom and told her I got placed and the rest is history.
While working as an intern in my very first job, I was scared to death. I couldn't comprehend things that the trainer was trying to convey. It was hard for me to learn things, manage college and have good quality me-time. The only me- time I had was like cry time. I used to write 3 hours of exams every weekend and I also tried for other companies. There was a day where I had to sit for 9 hours straight for exams and an interview. I was losing my mind. My friends were like why are you stressing yourself out. Chillout you got a good job, so stop the search now. But I wanted to prove myself.
I don't know, to myself?
My parents?
My family?
Jennifer? Peter?
God?!
Okay fine.
I don't know why I was trying so hard juggling things. I guess I was just trying to be everywhere all the time. Maybe I wanted to be the girl who is the toughest and the brightest on the block. But one fine day, I couldn't handle it anymore. It was all consuming me, very fast and not in a good way. I decided to quit and despite all the positive affirmations of how good the company and its package is, I quit.
I was relieved. I was happy. I slept, binge watched and ate well for the 22 days. After 22 blissful days, I joined another company. It was hell of a ride in the current company that I am working at with my sister's wedding and my overachieving attitude. I had people and family telling me to take things easily but being a thick head that I am, I ignored them. But now that I am realizing things, I started to chill the hell out. I let faith take this one. I wanted things to flow. I set things free. All I wanted to say is that life was hard, exciting, and even nauseating. But I threw it. It isn’t about the job. It’s about growth. I am a better person now. I can sense it.
It's been a year of me getting a sense of responsibility. Every penny that is in my bank account is my hard earned money. I got it because I earned it.
And when we start earning, food is available at home. Zomato isn't free.
(what the hell is wrong with your notifications, man!
"You are what you eat, so how about a snack?!"
Like seriously?! Dude! Dude!).
Maybe this is adulthood. Maybe this is why I miss college these days. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
*Gasp*
I love “9 to 6” and the weekend off but man my job sucks the life outta me.
(Drama queen alert. It isn't that bad. You know me, I exaggerate things.)
A year in the actual adulting.
To self: Welcome to adulthood - #second year.
It's gonna suck and you are gonna love it.
Monica Geller reference. No? Okay. I don't like you either.
Please drink a bottle of water for me. Pretty please. It's a big day for me you guys! So suck it up and drink it.
Drink more water macha!

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