Why oh why
This job is taking a toll on me. In just one week since I've started on an real engagement, I really feel the stretch on my body. Its not only the physical fatigue that is hard to handle, even the mental one is starting to get to me. At 1am last night, mum messaged me regarding my whereabouts. She wanted to know the cab no. if I was taking a cab. Upon arriving at home at 1.30am, I had to bathe and get to sleep. By the time I was ready to sleep, it was already 2.30am. This morning, I woke up at 8.30am. Nelly barged into the room and demanded to know why I had to come home so late. After settling her down, when I went downstairs, the same thing happened with dad. He said I must settle my work hours. I told him thats not possible. The working hours are determined by my senior who is obviously a bionic man. Doesn't help that his able assistant is also a bionic woman. Not only do they not sleep, they hardly even eat. After one week of going through this cycle and motion of struggle, I am starting to live my greatest fear... not being able to live life to the fullest and spending time with the people that matter to me.