Lesson Well-Learnt

Have you ever heard of Friday Blues?

Guess not. However, get acquainted with that. You get Monday Blues as the long weekend stretches into a workday, where the students have to go for school (to suffer through endless lectures) while the working adults trudge towards their office to get their first cup of coffee.

Why Friday Blues?

This happens, when you have work on Saturday. At Bukit Timah Plaza.

If you are a Singaporean, you would never want to wake up 3 hours earlier just to get to work. This makes the work even more unpleasant when it starts at 10AM. Just imagine that you have to bid goodbye to your comfortable bed at 7AM and change into work clothes, while munching (albeit rather tiredly, I must add) onto a piece of bread. 1 hour later, you hop into your covered shoes and check the timing of the 1st bus you have to board. An hour later, you check the timing of the next bus, and is horrified to find that your bus is one of those that people rarely take, hence, it comes 20 minutes later (which obviously mean you missed the previous one. Of course, you can't help but miss it. After all, from the 1st bus stop you alight to the next bus stop you need to get on is, well, 5 minutes away.) Now, after feeding the mosquitoes for 20 minutes (Hell, the bus stop is right opposite of MacRitche), you get on the bus and travels 8km, which of course takes 20 or so minutes. You cross the overhead bridge under the hot blazing sun and walks another 5 minutes before you reach your work place.

If this becomes a routine, I might as well quit. Honestly, I do think they are going to make it a routine.

Note to Self: Never be so kind.

Just because your worker does not complain about the places you send them to (at short notice, I must add), that does not mean your worker is totally fine with it. Your worker probably does not want to infuriate you or that they are simply kind enough to swallow it down. Touch you heart. If you stay at Pasir Ris, do you really want to make it a habit to go Bukit Timah? Although I don't stay at Pasir Ris, the amount of time it takes for me to reach the work place definitely can rival to someone staying at Pasir Ris. Hell, the work places are really out of place and in the middle of nowhere that it gets on my nerves.

Instead of turning this post into a rant, let's put it this way: A Lesson Well-Learnt. Loving a job is one thing. Like I have mentioned, I do seem to think that I love this job. However, when things does not seem to be well, love can become a restriction. Perhaps, the love is misplaced? Do I 'love' this job - teaching kids how to draw? Or is it that I love interacting with the kids?

It feels like the latter.