Que Sera Sera

If you ask me what job do I wanna do,
I will tell you I don't know.
Not because I don't know
but because I don't think you will be ready for what you will be hearing!

xxx: Hey, so what job you wanna do?
Lyn: Hmm.. work in cafe, sell cakes? Work from8am-3pm, have afternoon time all to myself
and survive on 700bucks:) Look at happy faces of satisfied customers and talk to colleagues bout the unreasonable ones. Wash and bake and clean.
xxx: Huh, but you are a graduate leh..
Lyn: Yes, I am.
xxx: So wasted.
Lyn: Wasted? Is the purpose of education to get a good paying job?

Well, of course with higher order skills learnt, the logical thing would probably be to have a job that is more "challenging". Challenging is subjective to me. And I value many others things other than money.

I do not deny that skills and knowledge not follow through will be lost. There are definitely valuable things to be learnt in the corporate world out there. And with all the money spent on you, it must definitely reap something more in return.

To each his own.
Thus don't ask me if you can't handle it. haha!

In any case, I've been in the system too long. I have too many other concerns.
You will probably still see me in my black skirt and black heels instead of an apron.

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