No Sugar Daddies, thank you

Every Monday to Friday I get up early to head to a job I hate, just so I'm able to pay my bills and buy whatever my greedy little heart desires. Every Sunday night I start thinking about work and my mood darkens. I start thinking about the crowded train rides, the backstabbing colleagues, the thankless work and my mind conjures up all sorts of excuses not to go in to work the next morning.

It wasn't always like this. I used to have a job that I truly loved, in a tiny little company with really great colleagues. Too bad the company was mismanaged and it went bankrupt.

A month of unemployment later, I was getting desperate, and finally landed this job, with the unpredictable boss. Sure, it pays the bills, but it can get mind-numbingly boring. And I know I can perform much better but I just lack the passion to put my heart and soul into my work.

I am still at that stage where I know what I want to do (own my own business) but lack the courage (and capital) to take the leap. Running your own business isn't easy. Yes, you are your own boss, but ... you are your own boss. That means if you don't do a good job, you don't get paid.

Someone asked me why don't I just get a Sugar Daddy. There are lots in KL if you know where to look, but I'm totally uninterested. I want to make it on my own, not have some sleazy old man make me dance to his tune just so I can have a nice condo, new car, etc. I have no respect for mistresses who are in it for the money, nor do I have any respect for the men who leave their wives at home while they go gallivanting about shamelessly. I want to be able to look at everything I own and say with pride, "I earned this."

I'm slowly saving up, and someday I will have enough to maybe buy something small, and with some luck, and a lot of hard work, I want to turn it into something super successful. If only I can figure out what the next big thing would be ...

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with an entrepreneurial Meow.