Sunday, January 25, 2015

A Cycle

They say it takes 21 days to form a new habit. It’s been 7 days. That means I have 14 days more to go.
I’m sitting in the inner seat of the Go Train that’s heading down to Union Station. I find myself quickly drawn to the dusty window right beside me. It’s not bright enough outside to see the scenery clearly but it’s dark enough to see part of my reflection staring back at me. I like this view. I think it’s safe to say that the best part of my day is when I take the 7:45 morning train. It’s when half the world is still asleep; meaning there’s no need to check my social media and feel bad about my boring, mundane life. It’s just me, myself, and the quiet world outside the window.
Exactly 33 minutes have passed and now I’m quickly getting off the train platform and running down flights of stairs. Union station is filled with businessmen (and women) frantically walking to their offices where they will start a fresh new day. I look at my phone. A good 30 minutes before I need to start the work day. Unlike everyone else who is rushing pass me, I take my time to notice the advertisements plastered on the walls in the path as I walk to 18 York street.
What sucks about working on the 25th floor is that you always have to endure the wait of the elevator. People get off on every floor before yours in the morning and people get on the elevator on every floor when you leave. I walk into the office and I already see a few hardworking people at their desks. I grab myself a green tea, settle down, and wait for my senior to appear.
My senior is a very genuine person. Always smiling, always patient with me, always makes the day a bit more exciting. I’m very glad that I get to work with her. After she assigns my task, the day starts. I’m mostly sitting at the desk, staring at spreadsheets, typing in numbers, and occasionally, messaging my fellow friends. Don’t get me wrong, the days aren’t boring. Time passes by pretty quickly. Before I know it, it’s lunch time and I’m on the 3rd floor’s Oasis with a few friends. The period after lunch and before 5 PM isn’t the best. It’s when I start getting sleepy and when my body starts to ache from sitting all day. It’s when I take more washroom and water breaks than usual. And when 5 PM hits, I start calculating how much longer I’ll stay until I get to go home. An exciting part of the day is "Question of the Day". Everyday, an individual raises a random question (i.e. how many wal-marts are there in the world?). Whoever gets the most questions right by the end of the engagement wins a small little prize. So far, I've been stupid and have gotten none right.
My senior often lets me go catch my last train (6:45). Thank god the go train platforms are 30 seconds away from the building’s first floor. I run towards the train and let out a sigh of relief that I made it. The train ride back is relaxing. It’s been a long day. It’s now 7:18 and I see my mother’s car. She asks me how my day was and I answer “It was alright”.
I arrive home and find a hearty meal waiting for me at the kitchen table. My father comes home from work and joins us. By this time, I’m exhausted and I end up sitting on the couch for the rest of the evening. I take out the book I’m reading (currently and has been currently for too long: Quiet, The Power of Introverts) and wait til 11:30 to go to bed. 

Lights out and repeat.

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