Its been two weeks of not seeing the light; caffeine, my best friend; my bed, sweet sweet love. Averaging 12 hour work days, I thought I’d never survive. I started my first morning, counting down the hours till the end of work, but I realized that in time, it wasn’t necessary. I hardly had any time to idle and a day became days and a week.. i can now officially put a plural to it.

2 weeks, I wonder if anyone else, like me, has so many sentiments.

The morning crowd on the train: I wonder what’s the story behind each individual, what do they do? The couples on the way to work together, the guy with the headphones, the lady attempting to do her makeup while on the way to work… For once, I feel like I’m truly part of this sleepy crowd early morn, with a purpose, a place to go, with (almost) real work to do. And as much as I hate to admit it, I feel so much older than the kids I see at the mrt station. I see them with a different light. I feel different. Responsibilities make you feel different.

Work has gotten me thinking, me planning my day so very differently from the way things were a while ago. To attempt to wake up and get to work before 8 just so I can get off work as early as possible  to squeeze in that bit of time with the boy.  That the number of hours you clock in the office isn’t a badge of honour I’d like to wear. The hours are only out of necessity. At times, work makes me feel inadequate but like they always say, now is precisely the time to make mistakes and take advantage of the steepest learning curve ever, as a worm at the bottom of the food chain.But sometimes, I love the cause of such inadequacy- the exposure, the deep end learning. The new things you see and do on almost a daily basis, is almost exciting. The people you meet and observe make you realize and know society for what it really is-the elite, the underbelly, the real people with real lives and real stories to tell, the good, the bad and the ugly. And all of a sudden, you feel lucky for who you are and what you have.

Work has made me thankful for the people around me. The friends I’ve made, (the few of us put together in the same room), for all the random conversations and jokes to make the day that much better. for the midweek pint of beer . ‘cuz these will be the ones who will stand by your side and fully understand what you’re going through. Work has made me thankful for the boy I have. For being patient when I’m quiet and sluggish from a lack of sleep, for being understanding about the lack of time together, for compromising and giving in how i wanna spend the weekend, for being sweet and doing my shopping for me. i love you.