I used to work in the field as an engineer. This means being at the front end of fumes, sun, climbing up and deep below and so on. I'll say the money I earned was blood sweat money, literally.
Years back, I was overseas during winter at -27oC, and was climbing a tall tower. At the top of the tower, I could feel the slight swaying of the tower due to the strong winds, while shivering in the sheer cold. Up at the tower, I told myself, I will get out of engineering.
Years later, I was going deep down into the ground, into a tunnel. About 40 m into the ground. My colleague, who was close to 60 years old later also went deep into another tunnel. I looked at him, and told myself, I don't want to be like him when I am that age.
I changed job, in similar field, and I realize, no matter where I go, it is the same thing. Fumes, sweat, high above or down under.
Some loved it, but I wanted an escape.
Armed with 5 years of income saved up, and a working husband, I quit my job in search of my pasture.
I don't want a job in my old field. I want an office based job where I could just use the computer and my mouth, without any need to go out of the office - except for lunch and go home, while being paid what I consider decent for my time.
If others can't give me what I want, I'll create it.
It's half a year since I quitted, and I am still searching for my greener pastures.
The money saved in my bank is a source of confidence for me, to keep focused on my direction I want in life.
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