Watching King of Queens last night was supposed to help me chill out. This particular episode however turned out to be rather disturbing. Here's a gist of it: Doug, who works as a parcel deliveryman, feels underappreciated at work after making a delivery to FedEx (Not wasting what was potentially a comedic situation, Doug exclaimed, "I come in peace!"). Initially, he has reservations about making his unhappiness known because he has gotten used to his present job, the locker over at the company and such. In short, he's afraid of changes. Not pleased with the supervisor assigning the preferred "Zone 1" to a younger and better looking new comer, he approaches his supervisor and complains about not getting the respect/raise he deserves. The fact that he has worked at the company for 8 long years doesn't save him from getting fired for confronting his boss. Predictably, Doug gets his job back but not after what is essentially an eating-the-humble-pie experience.

Now, that is disturbing. I wouldn't want to spend my life clinging to a job just to make ends meet. No one does actually. The problem is, that's exactly what schools and colleges are preparing us for: a lifetime of servitude at the beck and call of "boses". We are well-trained to become employees, not employers. In the words of Robert T.Kiyosaki, author of Rich Dad Poor Dad: Which side of the table do you want to sit? The one on which you interview prospective employees or the other side where you cower, simper and hope you'll land that job so you could feed the family? I, sure as fate, have a clear idea of which side I want to sit and which I don't.

I have only a vague plan as to how I won't get the side of the table I don't want. The first step is getting myself a place in the UK to do Actuarial Science; the rest I'll play by ear as I go along. What about the stuff I said about colleges preparing us to become acolyte of job security? Well, I figure that Actuarial Science provides what is possibly the best foundation in business and minding my own business is the only way of getting the side of the table I do want. And of course there's this noble idea of managing our nation's pension fund and ensuring retirees a life sans fanancial worries. Ambituous, huh?

Anyway, am so glad that I've finally handed in my UCAS form. It was a nerve-wreaking task, filling in the form. Now, here comes the waiting part. Am keeping my fingers crossed that I receive offers.