Way back in my first account, there is this one fave story of mine told by our team captain. "Who moved my cheese?" is a story about 2 men (Hem and Haw) and 2 mice (Sniff and Scurry). They all live in a maze, and each day they go out to find the cheese station for their cheese - their life. Sniff and Scurry use their instincts to look for the cheese, while Hem and Haw use logic. Their logic got the better of them, however, when one day all the cheese disappeared from their usual station. They waited in vain for the cheese to return, until one of them (forgot who exactly) decided that it's to move on and look for another cheese station. He left that other person, still waiting for the cheese to come back.
Looking back, I thought that I would be one of the mice. Using their instincts, they were able to 'forecast' when the cheese will be all gone, so it was easier to move on to the next cheese station. I could sense somewhat if something is about to happen, and that I could cope with the changes. I still believe so. Then again, after my latest employment, I could hardly believe I moved on from the previous account. I am still longing to be one of the guys playing games, all the while speaking to someone and fixing their computer and their game. It was hard to admit, but it comes back every now and then whenever I remember those days. I'm not going to reason anything about this; but moving forward, if you want to find you next 'cheese', you should be all prepared for the worst to come. That good cheese may not appear again, but hopefully, a better cheese will be out there for you!
