For two straight Sundays, I found myself working in the office. Not only that these were the first time I had to work on a Sunday, my birthday also unfortunately fell on one of these days. Interestingly, I had to be in the office at exactly 7:00 a.m., traveling all the way from Marikina. The struggle is real.
The set-up for this schedule was temporary, though. I don’t really mind except that at 7:00 a.m., I am normally still bonding with the Sandman chasing unicorns in a sprawling steppes à la Genghis Khan. =D I was the only person in the office for the whole shift, but it wasn’t too bad if I think hard about it. I can leave the office at 4:00 p.m., giving me time for a birthday dinner with Mon and my family.
I’m not saying that there are ghosts in the office, but I think anywhere we go, we always hear stories about haunted buildings terrorizing unsuspected employees, working alone. I had my share of interesting things in my previous NGO work, where I encountered creepy events. It did not help that the building was previously a hospital, complete with a morgue downstairs. For my Sunday stay, it was fortunately daytime, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit paranoid of little movements seen from my peripheral vision. LOL
My schedule will be finally back to ‘normal’ on May, and one month later, I am still doing my best to cope up with the morning schedule. It was no joke working from midshift for seven years and suddenly being a morning person. I am not complaining, though, because it is part of the job and I ‘m still learning the ropes of being here. Still thankful about everything. =)