Monday, January 30, 2012
Ever since I started work, my days have gone past in a flash.
Hours fly by and minutes vanish, but the tasks never-ending.
Sometimes I feel that work is a bore, other times, I feel that it is actually quite fun.
Take today as an example. I just arranged pieces of paper in order and filed them...the whole day.
It was, in my opinion, the plainest and most boring task.
Then, because my co-worker was on MC. Thus i took over the task of being a receptionist.
And as soon as i sat down, i was aurally assaulted by the torrent of ringing.
Surprisingly, that was the most exciting part of the day, not enjoyable but certainly the least boring.
It was certainly better than sitting in the meeting room alone, mumbling to myself and remembering all the embarrassing stuff I did in the past.
The hustle and bustle was what kept me going for the rest of the afternoon. Despite reminding myself not to look at the time, I soon did, and frankly, I was astonished how fast time passes by.
I often lament that I needed more time in the past. After packing up all my notes and tutorials in cardboard boxes, I soon found that time slowed to a crawl. There's simply so little to do with so much time.
I could only conclude that being busy or being kept occupied with an activity makes you less sensitive to time, or perhaps change the way you perceive time to be passing. I still had the same amount of time each day, everyone does, 24 hours, nothing more, nothing less.
I was so busy that i COULDN'T care less about the time.
I still wonder why im so obsessed with time.
signing off.
Call Of The Wild at 7:25 PM