I finally understand the importance of Friday among all days. I finally understand how it feels to be on work days, having to wake up early – lacking sleep and all. I finally know how it feels to be pressured and be in a hurry at all times.
I can’t wait for Friday. It seems that even if I don’t really do much, I do so much. Is that really how it’s supposed to be? Although I think I’m pretty lucky because I get to do what I want…somehow. I think I do want it after all. Guess I need to work on how to good with my job right now :)