I’m writing to let people know that I’m still alive… somewhat.
Life hasn’t been so exciting back in 2025 due to a lot of reasons that I probably shouldn’t disclose too much in public… so I’m just going to write a tldr version of it.
After getting transferred from the factory site back to the HQ, I had to navigate through new office environments which included my new superiors, new work load, and some office politics I had never needed to deal with before. It lead to some harassment issues, several trips to the mental clinic, and a couple months of medication before I made the ultimate decision to leave my previous work place for good.
The ultimate reason? I felt like the management decided to downplay the upsetting treatment I got from my new superiors. I will never know the true reason behind that, but I get the feeling that they’re not taking me seriously because I’m still oh so young and they’re just unhappy that I spoke up directly to the CEO instead of walking around eggshells and trying to resolve things the hush hush way.
I walked out the door while raising the middle finger.
I was lucky enough to be able to spend my final days in that company surrounded by my coworkers back at the factory. They held farewell parties for me. My previous supervisor even traveled all the way to Tokyo to ask me to stay. I’m insanely grateful for that, but I had to turn down that offer because I felt this company would not grow with the current management.
None of the people back at the factory knew the true reason I quit, though. I feel like it’s not important enough for them to know, anyway.
One month post job change, it would be a total lie to say if I didn’t feel a smidge of regret for leaving the company. It’s my first time changing jobs so there was a lot of nervousness accumulating inside me that I was feeling kind of stressed. Even though I’m still doing the same job, the scope was wider compared to my previous company. Back then, only managing costs was enough, but this time I had to keep track of deliveries, quality issues, and baby sit other divisions so they all behave accordingly and not act like a spoiled twelve year old.
It’s not fun, obviously, since it’s work. But it’s a nice fresh start.
I still keep in touch with my old colleagues. One of them likes art viewing (is that even a proper word?), so I got invited to see Gaudi’s art exhibition where they showcase a lot of the building replicas that Gaudi designed. I’m not well versed in architecture and the creator himself, but I’ve heard of Sagrada Familia.
There were surprisingly a lot of visitors to the point it was hard to move around and enjoy the exhibition. I wonder if it’s because art exhibitions has gone viral. I have a feeling people come because it’s classy and cool, not because they actually want to look and study about art itself.
I’m not so sure when and what I’ll be writing next time, but I’ll see you then.