*when I have nothing to do and I have a throbbing headache, I get my laptop and start to blog. blame the headache. love the blogger*
Lately, I've been asked lots of times what caused me to quit my job after 2 years of working in the hospital. They said I got it all, I got the brains and after a few more years, I could easily find greener pastures abroad. Lots of opportunities would come my way because of my credentials, work experience, blah, blah, blah.
So hey, what really was my reason? For a hundred times I cried because I got too tired of the work schedule, I didn't have a good relationship with some of my colleagues, I was underemployed and underpaid. But I tell you, those weren't the reason I quit.
I submitted my resignation letter with a light feeling, I felt it was the best thing to do. It was the time where I was working well with everyone in the hospital, I felt happy taking care of other people, I feel proud to be in my position because I get paid for a minimum effort. My work schedule was really fine.
