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 『 the Missing Piece 』

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音譜 Listening to Kagrra, - Kaze no kioku



 I got up this morning around 10am then after taking a bath, I received a call from IMI (?!) again. If you still remember, the last time I blog about IMI was when I failed to show up for my technical interview due to some intolerable stomach pains. With the message “data corrupted” flashing at my phone’s LCD, I was unable to call and ask for an apology for the inconvenience I have imposed.

 

So days passed with me thinking that IMI is not interested in hiring me anymore, then just this morning Ms. Ems called and ask me if I am still interested to resume the technical interview with their HR Manager. Since I’m the type of person who has difficulties giving a stern “NO”, I end up saying “YES” instead. She wants me to show up tomorrow morning but since I need to get my passport that morning and I have an interview with Jinsung afterwards I absentmindedly ask her if it’s ok to re-schedule it the next day. But since the succeeding day is Labor’s Day = which is a HOLIDAY (~baka~ what am I thinking?) she just re-scheduled me on Friday.

 

Now, my dilemma is this. I am terribly confused between working at a field in lieu with my degree or to work as an online English teacher at an educational design which have pretty much grown on me.

 

It’s a tension of opposites!

 

People around me would keep on bugging me that I should work at an HR department so as not to waste my skills and potentials. This makes me sad, since if that’s how they see it then that means they’re thinking that teaching English among Koreans online is a waste of my talent.

 

When I was still in high school, I would blatantly declare that I don’t wouldn't end up teaching since I'm hot tempered. I don’t think I have the patience to teach.

 

But people change, and so am I.

 

I just discovered the feeling of fulfillment out of teaching. This point of view of mine may still change in the passing years so I am not closing my doors on the possibility that somewhere in the road I might choose the fork that leads to an industrial or clinical field. Who knows I might just end up getting my dream job --> to be a forensic psychologist.