Some Thoughts About Resignation

A fortnight ago, a friend of mine successfully resigned, on which I congratulated her by clapping my hands with all my strength. And now, she has been employed by a better company, on which I congratulate her for the second time.

Today, she offered me some of her teaching materials. At the very sight of these stuff, a tangled feeling rose up in my mind. These words were so familiar to me as they were similar to what I had learned at university, but they were so strange as well for I had not contacted with them for centuries. Compared with them, what I’m teaching is just too simple to give me a sense of gain. Moreover, having taught basic English for months, I feel like gradually losing the ability to read, listen and even speak. That’s the change the past six months brings to me.

At first-I mean, at the moment when I entered into the company, I didn’t expect to leave within a short time, but now it’s the time that I made the decision. Before making up my mind, we-my friend and I have talked about our current job for times. In talks, we picked up so many disadvantages of it, of which the most serious, we think, is that from our own position, we can hardly get our wanted self-improvement. If we were submerged in this kind of working for a long time, surely we would be left behind in the fast-moving world.

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Two days ago, I agreed to stay on.

Before the decision was made, I had done things like trying to hunt for a job I may like and having an interview for a possibly want-to-do job. And finally, the conclusion was drawn that currently and probably hardly could I find such a satisfying one that meets all my needs.

Sometimes I have to admit that human beings are too greedy, and at least that refers to me. I’ve always been searching for what I’d love to do, that is translation or interpretation maybe, but the reality has also defeated me over and over again. Clearly I can remember the days when I just graduated from college. At that time, since I had done jobs like translating, I was determined not to be a translator anymore for I couldn’t tolerate working with hunger just as is said in Marxist philosophy.

So what on earth do I want? This is the very question that’s always been haunting me. In my younger years, I may answer translation, but now I have to say not really. Putting my hand on my left chest and on my heart, I just regard translation as an interest. As for what I would take as a job, I think it would be whatever I’m suitable for.

I suppose I’ve successfully been brainwashed by myself. But actually it’s a rethought of my life, which is a necessary part in the long time during which I will have to confront the inner myself for countless times.

Things ought not to be done.