Sometimes, I really think I'd have quit this job long ago if not for you. Though you've never intended me to do what I don't want to, you make me feel better about doing what I do.

I can't help thinking I should be doing something else.

Today, I found out at work that my Malaysian counterpart (whom I refer to as my Malaysian brother) is going to transfer out of his department end July. In fact, his successor is already starting to learn the ropes. My Hong Kong counterpart is leaving the organisation, and his successor is also in place. On one hand, I feel sad that they'll be leaving; but on the other hand, I'm glad that they're finally going to have more time to themselves. Also, I feel apprehensive about being the only "old bird" left.

I don't know if this job is what I'm meant to do.