My interpretation of life post placement

It was not long ago when I used to get up in the morning and have the choice to me to attend or not attend classes, to decide whether I want to go downstairs for breakfast or ask one of my roomie to get it for me upstairs, whether I would go shopping or watch movie in laptop, whether I would go online all day and play games on ibibo or do gtalk. But, I was not happy with it. I wanted to get placed and work. I believed it to be my passion. I was dying out of boredom when I used to stay the whole day at hostel, unplaced, I became frustrated and thought what a hell life was. God understood me, my desire and I got placed.

Then started my life as I wanted it to be. Get up early in the  morning, go to work, work all day like hell, come back (still unsatisfied) and sleep. By the time you go to sleep, you are so tired that you can't take the burden of anything, not even dreaming. You work whole week, like a bonded labor and eagerly wait for weekends, not because you would have fun then, but coz you would sleep and rest those two days. You would not have even come out of the weekly stress totally and you realize that it is monday again and you have to make it to the office.

I, at times feel, what is this life and my income, if I can't enjoy them. I earn reasonably well now, but all that I wish is time to spend them. Not by shopping like crazy (that is what I ideally do), but by giving myself time and the realisation that still I have not forgotten myself. The work and my schedule is taking me away from myself. The only moment I can give to myself is at night, when I finish my daily chores. But what moment is that? I don't even think of myself, rather I think how would I deal with  my assignment the next day.

Negatives apart, there is also good part of this kind of life and that is I earn. Whatever money, be it a big sum or a dime, I spend, I earn it. I no longer have to ask my parents or anyone for help in financial terms. That gives me the sense of self dependence, rather independence and I find my worries and silly criticisms of this kind of life worthless.

P.S: The author was frustrated after a hard day's work and "objective setting", an HR term. Bear with the post.