They say our life is made up of a few seemingly small events
that might not have made a lot of noise when they came to happen but in the
long run shapes up what your future would be like.
Well if that’s true, I don't know why when I sit and try to
recall such events that might've occurred in my life I come empty handed. At
least none that comes to mind immediately. Everything that comes to mind are those
big obvious ones - school, college, crushes, those stupid rage bouts, random
travels, work projects. Those are probably present in nearly everyone's list.
And well by definition I am supposed to be I am a millennial, we're supposed to
hate being ordinary. I should really get down to it and actually think of
something timid and minuscule event that made a hell of an impact in my life.
Until I figure that one out. Let me know just go on a
tangent and write about the milestone this post is namesake of - This week I've
completed three years of work life. Woo ooh! Yay! Yippee-ka-yay!!
What? No jumps of exuberant cheer? No fist pumps to the air?
No leaps of chair throwing glasses of beer on the floor yelling
incomprehensible gibberish?
Oh yes. Why would any of this mean anything to ya’ll? My
coming on the other end of the tunnel of corporate pledging period is not
really going to end the troubles of the world now is it? But then, what is the
point of having blogs and not being able bask in all the glory of self
promotion now and then. So bleep-ya'll, I've earned this.
I wrote a similar post (seems like a
century) on my First Anniversary, at First Job!. Well as the title suggests I
was too spirited about it that time. When the blessed anniversary came around
for the second time, I was caught up with work and stuff so much so that I
didn't have any time to remember it till a month later, let alone write a blog
entry about it. I am going to be such an amazing husband to some lucky woman
one day.
Anyways. This time I remembered especially, well honestly,
because people around me get so stumped whenever I tell them I'd not even completed my
three years of work experience. You see, over the past couple years I've come
to realize that I am really good at what I do. And that is being noticed by
coworkers now. So when they hear that I have gotten this competent with only
just over a couple of years of experience under my belt, they give this
incredulous look that says, 'You're pulling my legs/I hate your guts.' Either
ways that one look, that one moment of silent comprehension - makes my day!
You have to realize now I am a fairly level-headed guy with
a skewed sense of achievement. Getting a Cadbury Gems packet filled with orange
and yellow ones, is an achievement. Getting to board the train in the last
minute and still get a window seat, is an achievement. So for me, a muted
acknowledgement of my skill in something that I do on a daily basis is a big
validation of it.
Obviously, this does seem a bit megalomaniac even to me as I
write this. But the fact of the matter is I did work a lot for getting here. If
you were to meet me IRL, you wouldn't see me talking so freely about the efforts that’s gone into this. But here in the
internet, who gives a poodle. Truth of the matter is I don't know if there was
much of efforts at all. I just really like what I do. And so whatever I do, how
much every time I clock in do it, hasn't really seemed like a big deal. I am
good at what I do because I like it. I like reading about it, I like doing new
stuff with it. I like that I can help the clients with the things I can do. And
well, it pays for the bread too. How very Fountainhead of me.
Now when I sit and think about what my life would be like if
by some twist of fate I would've ended up doing something else, like working on
some other core technology languages etc. I don't know if I would've been just
as satisfied with it. I might've learned to live with it, maybe even become
good at it. But what I do now, namely business intelligence, I adore it.
It does seem like I’ve found at least one small event in my
life to add to that list we were talking off. Huh. Who knew.
