Today I received a well-deserved puff from my working mentor after lunch! Was it a sign of appreciation, or guilt, that they have thrust me all the trivial filing and mundane photostating jobs, but I have performed all these tasks dutifully without any grudges or glitches? Maybe I aint that minute in my own enclaves at my desk after all...


Going to work
is a GAME.
It feels just like a game today. In the morning I brisk walk to the bus stop to avoid being late, or rather, not wanting to miss a target. But there is this moment I got to make a hasty decision, to guess which bus is the right one to board, when 3 of the same bus number 70 arrives simultaneously. I chose the first. I didnt dare challenge, seize the vacant seats on the other 2. Then i wrestle with people to the back, and when i get a seat I am so conscious to look out for elderly whom i might have to offer the seat to. We arent ugly people. Sometimes we merely overlooked circumstances. I feel so stupid. After i alight, i glance into the 2 buses behind and its getting emptier, lonelier, easier to observe - each commuter still onboard. Spotted. After work i rush to the bus stop to catch the bus which arrives between 6 to 6.05pm. and when i climbed onto the second deck, I glance around. Many people are just... late, and they have missed this bus which i have caught. Why wouldnt these people board the earlier morning bus, leave work earlier, or walk faster, a little??

Its a game that I am playing, catching invisible triumphs, satiating myself. Probably its the only pleasure I can indulge in in the monotony of my days. I wished they had played this game too, along with me.