I really cannot comprehend why there are people who are willing to do the same thing over and over again for years... decades even. In my place of work, I have retiring staff who have worked here since they left school over three decades ago. It is the security I suppose, of an employer who will pay you diligently at the end of every month, and an assured bonus before Eidul Fitri and the end of the year, regardless of whether you actually did any work during the year. I think I have mentioned in one of my previous posts that this place is a utopia of employment. A dream job. But, if the nicest dream becomes tiresome when it is just a repetition, and you know how the story ends and then begin again. It is a lovely Monday today. The morning was misty, the traffic was flowing smoothly, had breakfast and somebody paid for it. But, a Monday nonetheless. And as soon as I got into my company car, I see my future and suddenly, my spirit becomes unwilling, my flesh becomes weak. Even b...