Self-Pity

It has been three weeks since I started looking for a job here in Hong Kong. Other than a few phone interviews and an equal number of rejection emails, there is pretty much no response from them. Morale has never been poorer. I began to doubt everything about myself, my presumably much-sought-after MBA background, my superficially multi-lingual fluency, and my bland professional experience.

Every night I gaze out of the window and see a beautiful Hong Kong skyline… and wonder when can I gaze out of the window from one of the offices over there, and then marvel at how funny life is for playing tricks on me during my job-hunting chapter.

“Tomorrow will be better,” I keep telling myself. One night – that is the maximum amount of time I should give myself for self-pity. At the crack of dawn, I must get over it.