You mean now that I am not allowed to work and hence, for the first time in my life, being completely broke and dependent on someone else who is also broke?
I am dramatizing of course. We are not completely broke, just almost.
Well since my plan to enroll into an MBA program failed miserably in dramatic proportions (am I really that unsuited for a Master of Bullshit Art?) I have taken a step aside, as opposed to a step back or forward, and enrolled in a few Journalism courses. *Insert audible gasps here*
Why, you ask, such a dramatic change of direction from the oh-so-glamorous life of a computer engineer / IT analyst / Project Manager? Well I owe it partially to my mother and partially to my ex-boss.
My mother, bless her she really does not throw anything at all, apparently kept a certain first edition newsletter I published when I was 9 or so. I kid you not, the title of this distinguished publication is The Informer and it was edited on WordStar. (How many of you remember those glorious days? Oh the excitement of having something so sophisticated!)
The Informer, I am proud to say, is not a bad job at all considering everything. It had several news pieces, an interview piece, an art section and even a loss and found section (but of course!). “Lost: A blue Batman doll with a 500 rupiah reward. If found, please contact the Lost and Found department of The Informer”. I had even recruited my little brother and sister to write several of the articles and to do several odd jobs, like manning the Lost and Found department. Most impressive, eh? Yes I do think so myself.
Anyhow. So apparently as per the evidence presented, I used to like writing a lot. Coupled with my full time hobby of couch-potatoing and watching everything from Airwolf to the nightly News, naturally I picked up some interest in Journalism. It was probably how I got involved with the News & Media club in high school but I never thought it could become more than just a hobby.
So there I was… silently contemplating this amusing side of me I rediscovered while mourning for my fallen MBA applications when my ex-boss came to the picture. This wonderful person, whom I admire greatly, is what I consider to be the perfect boss. She was tough (oh yes you are so very tough!) but fair and kind at the same time. She did not come from a traditional background and really worked her way up to her current position. She told me how she did her Masters in IT Management (or something similar) because she was self conscious of not having a good enough degree as her peers. She slaved through the part time course while still keeping her demanding full time job, eventually getting what she wanted and presumably a greater respect from her colleagues. What she said of the whole experience? “If I have to redo it again, I would have chosen Greek Literature. I’ve always wanted to study Greek.”
So here I go, taking on my version of Greek Literature, only easier. I always like the easy way out 
What happens then to my previous ambition of taking over the world? Well I am not completely ignorant of my flaws. I have many many interests and this may be just an old fling, so in the meantime I will still shop around for another round of soul searching MBA essays (do you know any wise 100 year old sage I can consult??). I’m just leaving my options open. That’s all. Don’t judge me.
