Tired but Not Yet

I feel a little sad leaving work. I don't know if I should blame the last song that I heard on my way to work, or because I do not have enough rest. I can only live in the past when I used to sleep 9-12 hours a day. Loneliness will kick in when you are so stressed. I don't know if that is the reason behind this sadness.

Letting go of an easy work is not easy. Breaking a routine that has been running for a year is equally difficult. I start my day around 10pm. My clothes and shoes are already pre-picked before I sleep. After turning off the alarm, I'll jump directly into the steaming shower, put on some decent clothes and a little powder on the face to go with it. Then I'll walk pumping-adrenalin-fast to get to work on time. After work, I'll make plans or go straight to my boyfriend's apartment to have breakfast and rest. After a few hours, I'll go home, check out on my son and have dinner. Shifting schedule from 12-9am shift to 10-7am shift needs a lot of string pulling. What more for a total switch? The transition from night shift to day shift is exhausting. I now need to wake up around 4:30 am to prepare breakfast for myself. Thankful if there is still rice available from the night before. But if there isn't, then I'll have to work it out (Or I'll just stay at my apol's place the night before my duty, so he can prepare breakfast for me). I'll leave around 5:45 am hoping to arrive at work before my shift. At night, a cab will save your day. But during rush hours, when empty cabs are out of sight, you'll appreciate LRT and MRT's mercy.

It's still early to think about missing Ate Mai and Ate Kriz' (my seatmates) mommy talking. Along with, Nigel and Jojo's opera singing. I'm taking things on a daily basis. It's surprising that exhaustion heals. I'm not ready to leave yet.