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.
Hello CitiBank with the early morning sun
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
Alone in the office on my birthday
Birthday dinner
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. =)
