Sitting in the bus for two and a half hour last night made me think. I woke up at five every monday to friday, leaving the house at six o’clock sharp. Sometimes i have to have my breakfast on the go, while queueing in the traffic just so that i do not show up late at the office. When other people are still on their cozy bed, i am fighting my way through the dense of Jakarta’s traffic.
I work from eight thirty till six in the evening, at least that is the schedule set for me and seventy more other workers at my office. So i leave office at six, with an empty stomach and nothing to eat for the next three hours.
Wait, three hours? Well, yes. That is the average time it takes for me to reach home. Sometimes if i know i just will not make it i buy some siomay and eat dinner on-the-go. While i am battling for that extra inch in the dense of Jakarta’s traffic.
So, i reach home at nine. Usually i will go directly to my room just to find both my kids already fast asleep. Damn i miss yet another day without seeing them awake. So i rushed my tired legs to the dining room to have my dinner, or should i say supper? By the time i finish all this, its usually nine thirty.
My wife is usually asleep by now, although i sometimes cold heartedly wake her up, just so that i can have a fifteen minutes chat… hoping to catch up with whatever happens during i am away, during we are apart.
Then i will have fifteen minutes for myself, which i usually spend playing on my (son’s) iPod touch.
At ten i am usually exhausted and light headed. The time where i lay my head on my pillow and sleep away.
So let’s do some calculation. I spend 15 hours a day outside, working. I spend seven hours everyday, sleeping. That leaves me with two hours of free time, of which fifteen minutes to half an hour (of what supposedly quality time) for my family.
Heck, i must be very much in love with my job. There is no logical explanation why i am still doing what i am doing. I love my job…, don’t I?