Friday, April 04, 2008
I've made 1 of the most expensive decisions of my life just days ago.The situation was I was selected to go abroad for training as a Dedicated Crew Chief(DCC for short.) for a new platform for 3 years.
An imagination aid for those of you who have none. Yes, I meant you.
If I went, I would be around $100k richer, putting me way ahead than most in the rat race.
Yet against what is deemed the most rational decision to any sane individual, I declined.
Don't gape. It makes you look like a moron.
I've asked myself why as well so don't bother shedding your anonymity asking me.
The first and foremost reason would be that a DCC has practically no life. They have to be in and working 3 hours before the flying begins and will only get to leave at the earliest 3 hours after the last landing of the day.
So how long does it leave for them to have any semblance of a life? I'd tell you that they'll be glad just to get away with enough time for sleep.
Yes you've guess it as well as the next guy(Or girl). The second reason is friends and boy is it a heavyweight.
Simply put, it'd pain me to take leave from my friends' lives. I wanna be part of most if not every memory of bits and pieces that'll take place within the 3 years. To me, that's a part of life no one can put a price tag on.
The third and last reason will be her.
NOT HER OBVIOUSLY!
I've gave the matter a long twirl in my head and concluded that it has to be the next lowest point in individual intelligence.
Bah. Whatever.
All in all I've came to realise that I'm not an underachiever as I've always percieved myself to be, but merely one who undervalues the monetary aspect of life.
What I've came realise even more is that my perception of self is, well, as flawed as who I really am!
Congratu-fuck-alations to myself?
P.S. I'll get to writing the subsequent entries of the Genting trip soon.
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 12:16:00 PM