Comfort ZONE Crushed

I never imagined that going to work last friday was my last day for STATEMENT. I was awakened by an SMS message from my boss stating that I did not have to report for work for the meantime. And that they would just ring me if ever there was a need to do so.

For some reason, I felt that it was my time to go for the 'meantime', like I know what it means, hehe. I accepted the fact that the magazine is not doing so well. It was not a top priority. We lack that magazine workforce and that's something that cannot be taken for granted. The magazine, no matter how aethestically we want to put it together, it was still a cost-inducing endeavor.

Amidst all our shortcomings, I was euphoric. I did enjoy everything I did, almost. I loved the people I was working with. I expanded my network of people. I knew a lot of interesting personalities. I cherished the whole experience.

It became my comfort zone for a period of four months. It became my life and my true blue product. Now that it's coming to an end by a plain text in less than an hour to get to work, it had happened, like a tree that withers and sheds its leaves during autumn and winter.

Spring time is coming to me soon. Or do i call what had happened to me as the start of my spring?One thing is certain, one thing I am assurred of. I am a better person. Just like what Nietzche said, 'what doesn't kill you make you stronger'.