Tuesday, June 17, 2008
To be working is, above all, to learn to live with routine. I never knew how much a flexible timetable called for appreciation until my collision with regular working hours.
Everyday I wake up between 630 to 645 and am out of the house by 730 so that i can get to the train station early enough to take a train backwards to pasir ris, grab a seat and concuss blissfully and enviously while sad people living in simei, eunos and paya lebar bang elbows and frown. I get to work by 9, I stay at work from 9 to 6 or so, I get home by 730 and by the time I'm done with mandatory dinner/shower/phonecall to boyfriend my day is over. I go to sleep and the days repeat themselves
I don't mind working. Its fun to get to do things like think of titles for art catalogues and write copy for wedding advertisements. Its also fun to do pseudo-CDA and write design rationales. Its also fun to write stupid articles for GRC newsletters that are by default so filled with ! and "In true spirit of community cohesiveness and solidarity"-type statements that it's laughable.
Its fun it really is i just never realized how un-fun it is to have so much time toed up doing just one thing. and it doesnt help that i don't always have anything to do at all. Sometimes when i'm done with whatever i need to write I sit at my desk and facebook
Or read. OR message or covertly use adium
My favourite part of the day is walking to work in the morning. From the train station there's this back lane that goes between the back of two rows of restored shophouses. There are old trees that line the path, and these loom down in a most friendly manner. Walking under all this green with clear morning sunshine in my face is when I start to wake up and it makes for a very pleasant start to the day. There are a couple of tame cats that sit on the path sunning themselves. They're terribly sweet and run towards people rather than away.
The cats usually hang out in this basketball court looking area (what its doing there I have no idea since its more like half or a quarter of a court and i've only ever seen little kids playing badminton there). When I pass them, I turn the corner and reach the office.
Working (even if it is only for 2 months) makes one appreciate a whole bevy of things. Like lunches with friendly people (I dont have all that much to say to the people i work with though they are nice and all); dinners with friends and other loved people; weekends and the person who makes the effort to plan the weekly get together; websites like
bookforum and
n+1 which provide great stuff to read; my new phone which thankfully has a decent sound platform and allows for proper earphones rather than that crap sliding plastic bar that was my old nokia....
thats a lot to be grateful for.
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