"What kind of career that you wish for?", they asked me one day. I clammed up for a moment, and went through my common prolonged answer:
"I wanna be the man to be at work very early in the morning. Greet everyone with smiles and lousy jokes. Sit on my chair, whining about a pile of my undone tasks. Start to work just after a coffee of breakfast with my fellow colleagues, and concentrate on them until someone knock my door asking whether I am out for lunch with them or not. One nice lunch with friends in a new restaurant someone just recommend to us. Group complaining upon the dishes which turn out to be so unworthy for the money we paid for. Back to work, and surprised by the time that almost six when I finished all the tasks given. A friend smiles by the door, asking me out for an evening coffee. One warm cup of coffee, with fellow mates after the office hours. Basking to the rain. And wake up tomorrow morning, it's payday!"
Deserted. "Let me rephrase that; which job do you prefer most?" He asked me again.
"Oh, anything will do great. I think I can love and like my whatever job, as long as I'm given chance to do it. And of course, Halalan Toyyiba!"
"Don't forget, it must be worthy too!" Another friend at the end of the table interrupted.
We laughed. Happily, ever after.
