10 months have passed since I have been working, or so does everyone think. Otherwise in my words I have completed 10 successful months of punching in and punching out in my office. It might sound like I am having a great time here and of course in reality I even might be. But let me point out one thing, that 'great time' is a purely subjective term and it undergoes considerable changes with time.
They told me in my college that life won't be the same when you get in a job. Indeed that was a valuable suggestion, because everybody was saying so. But just like all other suggestions I paid no attention to this one either. Time swept by like grains of sands from the sand dunes in a lonely desert and I was here. Full of enthusiasm and zeal to bring about a change. A change that I myself had no idea about. It wasn't long before I realised the dreams I have been having were nothing but Utopia. The world is not the way I perceived, or to be precise I actually never thought of how the world would be outside college. Indeed the world was different. It changed my priorities, my desires and most importantly my ambitions. Now I have fewer needs, but bigger ambitions. Not that my needs have vaporised, they have simply procrastinated themselves.