Construction

This day i was so bored in work. I dont know, I'm actually busy counting and classifying doors & windows and doing details for curtain walls. And im rushing it for the meeting this afternoon. I just have this feeling of incompleteness. Thats keep on nagging in my mind all day long. Im not comfortable. I'm not sure. I dont want to ask myself if I am happy or not with this work. I dont want to open that topic. Some people just ask me,what am I dong here? Maybe they are not happy with the kind of my work that I have. I dont understand them, they also have their own work problem but still have the time to bother about my work. I prefer to be here than to do the same things as them. From a very comfortable interior design office (where all you have to do is to use your illusions and you get paid) I transfered to a construction and greet the concrete mixer drivers everyday. Its a reverse path they said.

OF COURSE I AM HAPPY!
I'm not that stupid to force myself in this then have regrets later on. I've been in this job eversince I was in college. I ran away with this job so many times because of the uncomfortable kind of environment. But I still end up working on a container van office everytime. I manage to stay in a clean and comfortale interior design office for 6 years. I said to myself that this is nice and cool. But there always something tells me to move on and learn more. Drag yourself in dirt and see what I got. Learning doesnt stop somewhere. I hope you aggree with what I am saying.

This is my work, I love it, this is my life. This is what my father have given to me. The education that i got from his love and hardwork for me. He was once a construction worker. A mason. When I was a kid, we used to help him mixing conrete, carry sands and gravel, assemble timbers until we complete our home. He show me that this is the kind of work he dont dream of for me. I studied hard, I got the inspiration from him. I didn't make it in a degree in engineering. But I manage to be employed in the industry.I give all my best to work in a construction company. And I stay this way for almoast a decade. And I was very happy. I was tired but happy. At least, my father wont see me as a construction worker like him.He will see me fulfiled his dreams and for sure he is proud now. I know that is his dream for me. That is why im happy with this work. I know he is smiling whenever he see me going for work. Everything is alright now.

But still im uncomfortable, just for for this day. Maybe he is just trying to say thanks to me.
By the way he passed away almost 5 years ago.