One of my new year’s resolution is to write twice at least a week. And now two weeks have already passed by and I only finished one writing. New year’s resolution, perhaps, is indeed to be made to break.

I love writing. It just seems that there’s not much to write about.

Nothing new about my work. After a hectic year-end, everything goes back to normal now. My boss has changed. And the reason is too ridiculous to mention about. New boss seems to be nice, or probably he is just too busy to give me a hard time now. I still have this job but I am not sure how long I could have it.

Do I care? Honestly, probably not so much. In the most creepy and dysfunctional organization, signaling that drinking alcohol becomes a better strategy for career advancement than actually doing work. And that is exactly what my company has become now. If I ever want a promotion or something like that, probably I should quit now. I am really not a three-bottle person, and I am extremely uncomfortable in a social event in which a dinner could last from 6:00pm to midnight, in which vulgar jokes and alcohols always run the show.

Luckily or unluckily---depends how you see it, I am not an ambitious person. I’m Okay with where I am now as long as I could avoid such social event. That’s why I don’t quit. Since when things have changed? I still remember once I felt so lucky to have this job, because the company valued the spirit of equality. Now it seems to be like a joke.

What else? My worries about my son’s final exam keep mounting up. I am not a strict parent. So, you can say that I lie on the bed that I’ve made.

So much for negative complains. Mid-life crisis. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We just need to learn to appreciate the beauty of quietness, to seek the happiness out of a normal life. So, let me be silent, content in my little corner, and accept whatever comes to me.