Square One

Plan A was supposed to be: work a couple of years, take up graduate studies, work a couple more years, put up a business, retire, and die happy.  It’s not much for plans, I know, but I keep telling myself, At least I have one.  For me that was enough to calm my nerves from fear of the unknown; unknown here translates to world beyond school, the real world, life, whatever. Thus when I received my degree I was more than jovial to know that, in some way, I had direction.  Most of my friends were still trying to “wing it” and here I was with a plan that was set to tide me into the future with a bit more certainty.  What I didn’t know was that Plan A was giving way to something beyond itself, something that is almost, or always is inevitable, a Plan B.

Circumstances for  Plan B came about when I realized that work wouldn’t come as easy as I thought it would be.  The all-day job search was becoming a chore and my applications were piling up faster than what McDonald’s accumulates as garbage.  Job hunting was a terrible pain in the ass.  If I got my figures right, I am only one of the 2.9 million unemployed Filipinos last April 2008.  Forty percent of that number were those who had the same academic qualifications as I am, still it was quite a hefty number to comprehend. So Plan B goes something like, wing it.  I know, ironic isn’t?  I’m back at square one and I’m young, confused, and fabulous broke.  So there.

To make a very long story short, I tried my luck in Singapore and found a job.  I cannot say yet whether it’s amazing since I’ve only been working three days.  But so far so good.  If you’re asking, Why Singapore?  God, I don’t know too, but some time, not so long ago, I thought I was made for Singapore.  Everyone kept telling me Singapore’s a nice place to get stressed (I work well with stress) and I’m definitely getting quite a lot of that what with a new job, moving house, and basically just uprooting myself and starting all over.

/deep breath

Here goes.