Work on a Saturday

Today, for the first time i had to clock in for "work" on a Saturday. Having only 3 hours of sleep, i made my way to the mrt in the wee hours of the morning. I only had a cup of milo for breakfast because i ate the mcspicy meal few hours ago, hmm 1230 i think to be precise.

The yard office is a bit different.Not only that, i feel a totally different environment the moment i stepped out to work. I don't see the familiar faces in the mrt. I had nothing to do while waiting for the bus so it just happened that a voice inside me asking me to count my position in the queue. I was the 55th person to board the bus.

We slacked the whole day at the office. We aborted our plan to go onboard. And i guess our presentation slides is completed and finalised. I am tired of doing the preparation. I never expect a project presentation for the ITP. Anyway im left with only 4 days. Thank god it is going to end soon. I have worked at several places before. And honestly this is my worst experience. I just cannot blend with the surrounding. No chemistry. I don't blame the people working there. And i don't blame myself either. It is the management i guess.

Nevertheless i will remember my time spend here: the nice people i met, the nagging security guards,the hitch-hiking experience, having my lunch onboard and my conversation with the workers from india and bangladesh. Now one thing for sure i want to return to school and never to come here again.