Many times I’ve been asked about my life, it may be related to my education or to how I found my current job.
I’ve also been asked about my love for music, for how long I’ve played the guitar, and how I learned to play it.
I noticed that I always include different details whenever someone asks, so I figured it would be good to just put it all in writing.
We are in 2012 now. Life in the next few years would kick my butt. I found out I’m really bad at math, and learned a life lesson, the hard way.
In the previous part, I covered one of the most exhausting and mind-wrecking moments of my life.
On this one, I would like to focus on more positive aspects.
It’s funny because if you asked people about me today, hardly anyone would use the word “workaholic” to describe me. That’s because I changed. Because I had to change.
For the first time, I was working at a company where I felt like they actually cared about their employees. We were given all the tools we needed to do our job.
The following 3 months were an emotional rollercoaster; at first, I was excited about the new job. But that excitement quickly turned into some serious anxiety.
