Me, Myself, and I

Fun fact: Ever since I was 15, I was always career-obsessed. 

Looking back, I was always obsessed about something...I finished over 1000 batman comics in 4 months because I suddenly got obsessed with comics, I got 64 platinum trophies on my PlayStation because I was obsessed about video gaming, I had a makeover which transformed me from a mom's basement geek and into the popular kid in university for 4 years, I dated 8 women (one was the cover girl for vogue China) because I was obsessed about figuring out what love is like and how tinder fuc*ed it up.

My obsession always gets the best of me but then again, so do my fears. 

When I had just finished university, I always thought I'd be the guy to outperform everyone career wise. After all, I'm the guy who had two years of experience at 17 years of age and a journalist credentials to go along with it. I'm the guy who interviewed over 100 people in two months, and I'm the guy who got a few 100 million dollars deal with Proton (a Malaysian car company) before I even graduated.

Another fun fact: My fears always turn out to be true.

I was afraid I'd take me long to find a job, and it did. It took almost a year!

Why?

Well, we have an unemployment rate of 30-50 percent and really crappy and outdated HR hiring practices to go along with it.

The irony?

I got a job, and I became the guy who gives an offer you can't refuse.

In typical Hasoony manner, I got obsessed with fixing the whole thing and being the one guy that does it right. I hired 41 people in 5 months and had the fastest time to hire cycle country wide and probably the best candidate journey.

My fears of losing my job were still there and whispering "you're not good enough. You'll be back to growing a caveman beard and yelling at online player in Russian 4 AM in the morning in no time".

I did eventually become in a dire need to find a job. The company I worked for didn't need a TA anymore. I had to hang my cape and spandex and put the war on crappy hiring practices and HR boomers on hold. 

However, I was so good at my job that I became something of an online sensation; quite a few peeps hit me up now and then asking for help with their resumes or asking questions!

One of them even recommended me to become a speaker. 

It's quite funny...My obsession and fears took me this far. They're my utility belt and my Kryptonite at the same time, my source of genius and source of insomnia, and my hopes and desperation.

I don't know who I will be 10 years from now...I know I'll be a genius who's intensely afraid of failing and has really sleep deprived eyelids. My ashtray will be the only thing that truly knows me for what I am and all the fears within. 

The final irony in all of this?

This couldn't have possibly been true without a cheating ex girlfriend whose betrayal made me swear to myself that I will be successful one day.

My fears, obsessions, and insomnia.

Me, myself, and I.