I was stuck in a traffic jam whilst driving to work today. Office was more fucked up than usual lately, and I was forced to do full time designworks again and that means 3d proposals and sleepless nights after 3 years of project management (just shows that some good things DO come to an end). Since I can't do anything else to avoid the angst of waiting and cursing retarded drivers, I did the next best thing a man could do whilst stuck in a jam; I started to daydream and ponder upon my life. Why the fuck didn't I enroll in a Pilot School after high school? I'd be filthy rich by now and I won't have to deal with deadlines and screaming bosses and designer's block and stupid authority requirements. Hell, all I need to do is take off and land a jumbo fucking jet and get laid. My life would be so much easier.
I started to recall on why I enrolled in an architecture school in the first place. My mom wanted me to become a doctor (talk about cliche`s). I was determined on becoming the an architect. And so, I faced hell in college, met retards and fuck-ups when I started working, and still meeting new ones, wasted 3/4 my waking life in front of the drawing table and still I beg for more. And suddenly it hit me like a lightning bolt from up Zeus's ass; I LOVE to design. Simple as that. I can't have that luxury as a pilot. Or as a tokey kedai runcit. The satisfaction I get after a strenuous design proposal is PRICELESS. And THAT, my friends beat the shit out of any other jobs I could dream of at the end of the day.
So here's to another episode of my career in the fun world of architecture. Cheers!
So here's to another episode of my career in the fun world of architecture. Cheers!
