Tuna Melt Panini
I have greater appreciation of my parents since I start working.
I mean, how do you do this? 5 days a week, 9am – 5.30pm? For the rest of your life? And at the end of the day you feel like you brain is practically dead and there are only few hours left in your life for that day to eat, watch tv, read and sleep. You’re even lucky if you can do three. And just when you thought your life is starting to unfold during the weekend, it folded eighty two again on Monday.
So this is adulthood feels like.
I remember when I was 16 I couldn’t wait to grow up and start a career like this. Have my own place to do whatever I want, buy a car and have the freedom to be whereever I want. Earn my own money and buy stuffs that I don’t need. Not so great, really. For some reason it feels like the more you get, a lot more you lose.
I remember one morning I bought my favourite tuna melt panini at this one sandwich shop where I am a regular, and I asked the owner why did he close the Sunday before when he usually doesn’t? And he said that his helper quitted and it was weekend. He wanted to be with his family.
“You know, there’s more to life than just working..” he mumbled between the salad he was cutting and my overpressed panini. It was so true. I mean, how can we start living when all we need in life is money?
Now, that is one justification that I need not to take my work so seriously.