Let's be real. This is clearly not about money. I don't care about #runsgd even when I was making at least triple the amount I used to make.
Okay, if you don't know what #runsgd is, I actually am not entirely sure myself where that term is derived from. My sister, who worked in Singapore a few months earlier than I did, introduced it to me. I kind of noticed that people who travel back and forth between JB and Singapore would be more accustomed to this term.
It's like making that big buck I guess.
We all know SGD currency is about triple of MYR. If you stay in JB but work in Singapore, you are literally the blessed people. I think from the outside, people fail to recognize the effort of traveling back and forth everyday for work. I kind of hate it when I tell people that I work in Singapore, and they'd be like... "Wah! You rich people! Can treat me this, treat me that!"
Do I look like I work to spend that hard-earned money for you?
Anyway, it's in the past now. Many people assumed that I quit my job because of the traveling. They seriously underestimated my willpower (and my tiny fit body). Of course the first month was a struggle because my body was not used to it. But come the second, it was a breeze already.
I was just not happy. Seriously depressed.
Imagine dreading waking up at 5 am every day. Every single time I open my eyes in the morning, I would be on the verge of tears, not wanting to go to work. But I had no choice because my responsible ass still got out of bed anyway, took my shower in tears, put on nice shirts with a frown, and sighing all the 3 hours travel to work. Pasted a smile and cheery voice from 10 am until 8 pm. Then feeling so relieved on the way back home. Yet, failing to fall asleep even when the clock had struck past 12.
Imagine repeating this pattern for half a year. I died.
Toward the end of 2019, I had a performance meeting with my CEO. We talked like good friends. He recognized my deteriorating performance and acknowledged that the job was a mismatch to me.
I remembered him telling me that I am like this big bubble of energy that should not be tied down under a cubicle.