When the Life of Skipping Classes End

Life turns autopilot ever since I started working at the beginning of October. I couldn't remember a thing during the past month as everything happened so quickly within a limited frame of time. I remembered travelling a lot for the past month, up North and down South, like a ball being thrown here and there, living like a nomad with an ever ready suitcase well equipped with clothes, tools and equipment, uniform that could last me for at least a month or more in a foreign country. 

They say I'm living the dream, travelling around experiencing the world, I say yeah... but sometimes certain things are better to remain in wonderland. I'm living the life where everyone hopes for but no one actually likes it when it actually happens in real life. I'm saying this because travelling extensively, sometimes up for months from one job site to another without resting in between can be pretty fuck up, I use to champion a life like this, earning good money, flying around constantly meeting new people and culture but I soon realize the 'Oh No' moment when one leg is already on the puddle.

Is not exactly as fun as imagined because :

1. Being a service engineer, I pretty much says goodbye to my personal life as I wouldn't know what's coming up next and always fuck up when it comes to making plans. 

2. Power plants don't usually built around the cities, it is either near the beach at the outskirt or at a middle of nowhere, so if you're thinking of visiting the cities after work you're pretty much out of your mind. Sometimes if you're lucky you get the job site nearby the beach, where you get greeted by the breeze during lunch break but that's as far as it goes. If you're unlucky somehow you get sent to a job site at the middle of nowhere, or a war prone area and get completely locked down inside. 

For the past month, I have been trying my best to adapt the working life, constantly brainwashing myself that I actually have to work when I'm having trouble waking up in the morning. It has been rather difficult for me as the path I chose wasn't exactly the standard 9-5 job where in most cases, you have a desk, a proper chair, with colleagues around you, and gets to go on lunch break at the right time. The life of a service engineer can be pretty drastic, yesterday you might be fucking busy trying to meet the schedule, getting fuck by customer pushing you to get the job done and today you might be on standby waiting for the customer to rectify their own problems, waiting for equipment containers to arrive a slow day which does not necessarily translate to a good day as being a service engineer you have the constant fear and worry what might hit you next, even during the calmest day, a small thing can fuck you up so badly, so we never ever try to mention 'hey today is pretty good/smooth/great' as we are so afraid to jinx it. 

Despite being thrown like a ball, no life, checking in and out of hotels, like a nomad, away from the comfort zone, I'm grateful for being where I'm today and especially grateful to my supervisor who is willing to take the risk in employing a young graduate with zero experience and has no fucking idea what he is getting himself into, provide him with training, coaching and dumping money on him, in hope that he will one day be productive. I'm hoping that in 10 years from now I will earned enough experience to be delegated elsewhere and having the same passion like my supervisor does.