2024 - Do You Still Believe in Me?

Alright. This time of the year, again. I actually started to draft this essay at the end of September, so there might be some continuity issues throughout the text. I will try my best to edit them out when the day comes.

The "theme" of the year is "Stop Escaping." I honestly did a terrible job at achieving the theme since the Work Environment Evaluation Report for the year concluded that I should "Leave ASAP." Running away from the problem is the only thing I can do. It, as you may have expected, has a great impact on self-esteem.

Do you still believe in this? Do you still have hope for what is about to come?

The short answer would be "No". Working around a pushy schedule is not the best way to boost your morale. While a tight schedule is generally expected around the end of the year, a pressing goal is not really palatable to me -- especially when there is a shorting on the salary. We've been working for nothing for a couple of months now. The good news is it will inevitably end. A journey will eventually reach its destination (provided you don't die midway).

The long answer would be "No, for a thousand times". The last new-year post was turned in rather late and this one got turned in even more late. I crave a rest but only have more work to do.

I have mentioned about the fibreglass. I talked about how they would yield under pressure. Unlike soft materials that would crack before collapsing, the failure of fibreglass is catastrophic -- they don't have visible seams or even perceivable deformation until the very moment they break.

Through your eyes, I see failures and catastrophes. A doomsday prophet, making every decision filled with unforeseen risks, saying they would lead to the worst consequences.

I'm tired of making trash and I'm tired of waiting for things to get better. This time, it's not escaping but leaving. I declare that I abhor the life here. I declare independence from this place.

That's 2024 for you all. The wildfire from 2023 burnt throughout the year, leaving a charred place. It's hard to be optimistic about 2025 but we don't really have a choice.

I'll see you when I see you. Until then, fare well.