Phhhbbbbppttt!!!
This is my second late Friday night at work.
Again, not because of some urgent work to complete.
But because I have to wait for materials/proofs to come back from the colour separators *grumble grumble mumble mumble*.
Grrreat.
Sigh.
A chat on MSN with a dear friend made me wonder what my life would be like if I didn't choose advertising as a career.
It all kinda started before I left high school.
A friend's sister studied advertising at a local college funded by the local advertising association. She just completed her internship and it sounded like fun.
It wasn't your typical deskjob. It's creative.
And apparently, it paid well.
At that time, my parents expected me to do my Sixth Form (equivalent to pre-university). But I balked at the idea because I did not want to spend another one and a half to two years in school (compared to a one-year pre-u outside)
- WITHOUT guarantee of a place in a local university (thanks to the racial quota system)
- for a degree I did NOT want (again, the Government chooses for you and it takes 4 years instead of the usual 3 to complete).
This route would have set me back 2 years.
And NO way was I letting someone else decide my future for me!
Dad retired with a small Government pension by then.
I needed a quick and affordable solution. So advertising it was.
The programme was flexible, which meant I could graduate with a diploma in 2 years if I couldn't afford third year (the only way to earn a degree, was to complete the final year abroad). So depending on the situation at home, I could decide as I went along.
Fortunately for me, I had kind benefactors in my cousin and aunt, as well as a part scholarship to complete everything. Many nights at a Chinese Restaurant waitressing and doing dishes made life a little more comfortable.
Then I came back, started working and got pretty lucky with a good start at a good ad agency.
Here I am, 6 years on.
A little jaded, if not tired.
I often wondered where I would be if I did not take that path.
What would I be doing?
Who would be the people I call friends today?
Would I have met the few people who'd made such
a difference in my life?
Who then, would I be?
If God's will or fate had different plans for me,
would I even be here today?
Again, not because of some urgent work to complete.
But because I have to wait for materials/proofs to come back from the colour separators *grumble grumble mumble mumble*.
Grrreat.
Sigh.
A chat on MSN with a dear friend made me wonder what my life would be like if I didn't choose advertising as a career.
It all kinda started before I left high school.
A friend's sister studied advertising at a local college funded by the local advertising association. She just completed her internship and it sounded like fun.
It wasn't your typical deskjob. It's creative.
And apparently, it paid well.
At that time, my parents expected me to do my Sixth Form (equivalent to pre-university). But I balked at the idea because I did not want to spend another one and a half to two years in school (compared to a one-year pre-u outside)
- WITHOUT guarantee of a place in a local university (thanks to the racial quota system)
- for a degree I did NOT want (again, the Government chooses for you and it takes 4 years instead of the usual 3 to complete).
This route would have set me back 2 years.
And NO way was I letting someone else decide my future for me!
Dad retired with a small Government pension by then.
I needed a quick and affordable solution. So advertising it was.
The programme was flexible, which meant I could graduate with a diploma in 2 years if I couldn't afford third year (the only way to earn a degree, was to complete the final year abroad). So depending on the situation at home, I could decide as I went along.
Fortunately for me, I had kind benefactors in my cousin and aunt, as well as a part scholarship to complete everything. Many nights at a Chinese Restaurant waitressing and doing dishes made life a little more comfortable.
Then I came back, started working and got pretty lucky with a good start at a good ad agency.
Here I am, 6 years on.
A little jaded, if not tired.
I often wondered where I would be if I did not take that path.
What would I be doing?
Who would be the people I call friends today?
Would I have met the few people who'd made such
a difference in my life?
Who then, would I be?
If God's will or fate had different plans for me,
would I even be here today?
Labels: just me, ranting about work
says Wandernut on Friday, November 11, 2005
1 wandered by:
"Don't scare me la"
Not that I've decided :)
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