I decided to go to work today despite being a local holiday and late night mall hours in the city. It wasn't entirely out of obligation, really, but I reckon that locking myself in the RPO office would somehow maximize my day off instead of sleeping it away in my uber comfortable bedroom, thinking and wishing over things that may or may not happen in the future. So, if I have to choose between physical and mental torture, I would definitely opt for the former now than the latter.
In order for me not to look like a reformed delinquent of some sort [hey, I was quite known as not being an OT fan! But here I am doing such for 2 straight weeks now!], I intentionally woke up late and wore a sleeveless shirt for work, just so at least I could tell myself that I somehow enjoyed this holiday. Apart from that, I dropped by the grocery to buy some chocolates and junkies, in preparation for my voluntary reclusion in our lovely office.
And that's what I exactly did. At the moment, I am now 7 hours in isolation [and counting] from the festivities and all the fun that's happening and may happen in my beloved city. Except for some few trips outside to take a stroll for a nicotine fix [or for simply a breather], those past 7 hours were spent inside the office, working for our upcoming 5 publications, which we are hoping to launch simultaneously come mid next month[woohoo!! goodluck!!]. Am I superwoman in the making here? Maybe. And maybe not. Perhaps it's gonna be the other way around, especially after all of these are done!! But I am not complaining. In fact, I am thrilled to have all these responsibilities at work! Makes me feel needed, if you know what I mean...
Why, you may ask, I am allowing myself to transform into this workaholic bitch that I never was, instead of being just an ordinary employee, like everyone else in the city [maybe], strolling around downtown area, checking on street dances and perhaps even parties and events when nighttime comes? I know I can do that after, but I bet after I have done my scheduled task for today, I would definitely be too exhausted even for a bottle of beer. Believe me, I asked myself a million times last night whether to push through this plan or not. But this whatever, that I feel wrapped around my chest [like a bad cholesterol on clogged arteries], made me do this. Made me marry to my paperworks and what have you.
And yes, you may call it love. But that is also the reason why I am escaping from all the fun and the party. There is just simply no other way...
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