I hope the weekend lasts forever.

There are some days where I feel like quitting and today is one of those days...

I've been feeling like this and telling myself so since Monday. It's Thursday. Every morning when I drag myself out of bed reluctantly, Bi will hear me say "I'm so tired..." when I had slept before the clock striked 12 the night before. I feel like a kid that refuses to go to school when he opens our front door. I look at him with a pout, he pats my head and tells me those magic words with a kiss. I breathe, and I do my series of goodbye waves for the day.

Why does time pass by faster in the evenings than daytime?

There are three phases in a weekday that I look forward to nowadays: the bus ride to work, lunchtime, and after office hours. I feel heavy-hearted and I wake up with a tinge of sadness on Sundays for I dread Mondays.

It's only a job, I tell myself. Yes, it pays the bills, the heels, the bags, the dresses, the holidays etc but it's just a job, right? Rightfully, it should not affect one's being. The thing is, in my previous workplace I still looked forward to work and everyday at that, even with the Management from hell who at times purposely gave my colleagues and I a hard time but it's not the same anymore. I feel a sense of dread. Imagine an old buffalo ploughing the land. It's not about having too much on my plate, having to work late and dealing with difficult colleagues and/or Management. I've been there, done that and I managed. I managed fine. My state of mind was alright. But now I find myself asking to no answer, what's wrong and how did it get to borderline? The situation is actually not that bad from an unbiased perspective.

Well, there's always the option to give up and quit, take a breather... but I can't allow myself to do it. I won't. I don't want to give up this way eventhough I can afford it. It's different if there's already something out there waiting for me where I can tender my resignation, take a short break and move on. Sigh. I shall endeavour, hang on like the monkey that I am until a good opportunity presents itself. Unless I come to a breaking point and seriously need to wash my hands off completely.

I still like this time of the year, nevertheless. Counting down, 11 more days to a blissful escapade. There are three mini happies this week. One - Retail joy in the form of MJ goodies from Paris thanks to maggi-mee buddy AND cheap but fabulous looking and comfy boots from Far East. I can walk China wearing it. Two - I shall not reveal this until it happens and when it's time, for it was brought to my knowledge with good intentions at heart and I shall not spoil the surprise element :). Last but not least, the family and a small village of relatives will be down in the island tomorrow for a 'mini' celebration.

I hope the weekend lasts forever.
I hope the weekend lasts forever.
I hope the weekend lasts forever.