In the name of Allah, the All-Compassionate, the All-Merciful.
I know I mentioned I was supposed to rest at home today but my shift was swapped. So I’m working today from 7.30am to 6pm and I will get my rest day tomorrow instead.
I told le fiance that it has begun…the last-minute change of working day/hours and all negative connotations attached to them.
I have heard a lot of talk around me and I could now see why many of them are unhappy.
But for now, I shall play nice.
Anyway, I’m typing this in the MRT on the way to work. A bit upset with the fact that I had to keep standing in the MRT from Tampines to City Hall and if I’m to be unlucky some more,from City Hall to Somerset but I usually don’t complain much about that short ride.
I realise now why I’m more knackered than I thought I would be. Having to travel 1 and a half hours to work and then another 1 and a half hours back tires me out more. The work hours thus far are not too bad if you think about it. It is pretty much extended for an additional hour to your usual 8-hour work. It just seems longer in numbers due to the one and a half an hour break.
So right now, I need to let my body fully assimilate to the back and forth train journey.
I know I could always get up earlier and leave the house earlier to take a train to Pasir Ris to ensure I get to sit down all the way to City Hall but I much rather use the time to sleep peacefully on the bed than nodding off on the train. Hahahaha!
Anyway, I’ve reached City Hall interchange and am on the train to Somerset. Pretty empty train hahaha.
I’m hungry. Had a hard time getting out of bed so I didn’t have time for breakfast. Will squeeze a bite in when I reach since I will arrive at the workplace half an hour earlier. HAHAHAHA.
I know, it’s weird, Nurul Huda is early for work. By half an hour some more. 😱
And Allah is Al-Khabir, the All-Aware. – MM
Metropolitan Muslimah 