Today, I cried at work. I didn’t want to; oppose to what Susan advised. And it felt good, letting the burden the sadness in me. Maybe afterall I need to learn how to contain myself.
Working in Asia turned to be a real culture shock. I couldn’t adapt to the sensitivity, the conservatism, the not open to criticism and opinion, the hierachy, the people. I was strange, I was weird, I was branded as a show-off. I can’t help it if I just came back from UK, I can’t help it if I am excited over the slightest things, I’m sorry if I am annoying but that’s me. I get excited over the slightest thing. I am excited over my highlighter rubber.
It’s me. I am straight, in your face and I don’t backstab.
I do admit I tend to talk a little loud, a little blunt, a little thick, I speak my mind but Asia is not my cup tea.
I cried, I’m suffering, I’m tired. I really want to call it quits.
I am not happy anymore.
