I donned my formal shirt, work pants, leather belt, sprayed on some branded cologne. Put on my leather shoes, picked up my black briefcase that still reeks of leather and left house as per my normal routine. I got on the train and tried my very best to squeeze into the packed train heading towards the city area.
Damn. This nostalgic feeling, this feeling which came to me when I was commuting to sch years ago. "I'll nv get stuck here like a canned sardine again"
The same route, the same train, the same scenery, the boy changed. It's been 2 yrs, well it may be considered Long for some while not tt much different for someone who's still studying.
So much of me had changed. I wld not get to put on formal working attire on a daily basis then, the cologne, putting wax and all on my hair. I rly looked different now. Wld you still recognise me if u hadn't seen me since then.?
I was smone new to the working world, nt tt I'm a veteran now but, now I'm in control of ppl, playing those games tt adults play, some say tt I'm gd at it but I don't even know what I'm doing most of the time tho. I just take it as it comes, handle each situation as it slaps itself onto my face, I deal with it. While I tot tt i have responsibilities and I have did well in my work, I can't help but having this thought which often find its way to my mind on the darkest nights.
"What am I doing these for.?"
While trying to find the answer to tt qn, I got tired and I fell aslp.
When my alarm rung the next morning, I would spring out of my bed and don my formal shirt.....
- working CY
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