It’s still very early, just 5:30 a.m. Strangely, it’s one of those days I wake up feeling refreshed and happy with myself. Ah! After all the stress I put myself through at work the previous day, this feeling was so unexpected…I needed to make the most of it before my bubbles get burst at work with that crazy man I work for. He decided to short-pay me last month because I got to work 10mins later than I should have. “God knows I need all the money I can get this month”. I’ve got so many bills to settle but I still deserve to be happy, “I deserve to be happy!”
Still in my nightwear, wondering around the big house. At least the rent is free but the cost of maintaining the house every month would get me 6 months in a smaller apartment. But the status that comes with the house is something I’m not willing to part with just yet, not in another 12 months. I went straight to the garden, “Yes, I was born in the heart of this garden”. I heard my mum was attending to her flowers when I decided to burst into the world. I still do not understand my hurry though, there is really nothing that would not have waited for my arrival even if I come in 5 years later…except that my parents would have left me just at the age 15.
Sitting in my favourite swing again…, I called on Jerry my cat and I see him cat-walking towards me. I picked him up to feel his ever soft fur…picking up pebbles, I headed straight for the little pond and there I started throwing the pebbles one at a time, measuring my expertise each time. Next I went to the pen to say hello to my dad’s young tortoise, Bill, then to the farmhouse to check out my new boots the umpteenth time. As I stepped out of the farmhouse, I felt my phone vibrate in my left pocket and I knew it was my dad, calling me to get ready as usual. I strode back towards the house,… and that was when I heard it. The Ancient Clock’s alarm! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh..My…God!!!
It’s 7:30 a.m.! I’m yet to have my bath and prepare for the 40 maybe 50 minutes ride to work. “What do I do?! My boss resumes at 7:30 a.m., work starts at 8:00 a.m.”. I think it’s time I got rid of that stupid chair and this stupid house! I don’t need the status anymore! If I stayed in a small house with actual neighbours, then I’m sure their hubbub would always pull me out of my reveries.
My dad always told me, “There’s time for everything. You cannot always afford to do the right things at the wrong time…more so, at times when you need to make a living for yourself…” Dad, I’m sure you know I was thinking about you and mum, you should have called me earlier!
It was 8:35 am when I hurried into the office building, my boss was waiting for me at the reception with a flat white envelope in his right hand. He was staring straight and intently at me as I tried walking smartly towards him. He nodded that I follow him to his office. I tried a quick glance at the receptionist and all I saw in her eyes was pity…I guess I am officially jobless…
…Green
