5:00 pm
All the other employees were scrambling for the door to get home to their loved ones, even if just by a second earlier.
Of course, except for those on the second shift - we still had at least three more hours until we clock out.
It's still the same.
Well, not entirely.
This time I see a patch of Moss in that sea of people.
It makes me think that if that person ever gets lost it would be easy to find him because of such a distinctive color.
Why am I thinking about looking for him when he gets lost.
Why should I even be concerned?
Aish.
But unlike the moss at sea where it lets the waves carry it, it moved unfazed by the current, from the elevator door forwards.
I caught myself staring and shook my head.
Come on, Robin. You can daydream another time.
Back to work, this is not the time to be distracted.
Actually, I don't even have the luxury to be distracted.
I get back to my work and zoned in to finish what I could.
Hours pass and it was now my time to clock out.
I shift my gaze towards the three one-foot-tall stacks of papers to my left.
I scowl at the thought that this is what welcomes me after resting for one day too many.
My scowl deepened at the thought that it should not be this much if the first shift partners did some of it.
Which they never do because they reason "What would the second shift do if I do their work?" said in the snottiest way possible.
I know that we all have our own duties and responsibilities depending on which position we occupy.
But it does not say anything about slacking off.
I am not saying that everyone on the first shift is a brat that needs to learn to lower their noses, but I am saying that there are some.
Internally cursing the insensitive and drowning-in-privilege people on the first shift I tidied up my desk and proceeded to go home.
Of course not forgetting to bid goodbye to my supervisor.
I continue to rant in my head as my body moves towards the biometrics.
I know we on the second shift have a lot more time to do paperwork and it is implicit that we do more of it because there is not much frontline work to deal with during the evening but would it be too much to ask of them to at least sort out the documents.
We have bins for everything.
They are labeled and organized to help with the process.
They did not have to pile everything on a desk for god knows which step in the process the papers are on.
When I'm on the first shift I try to lessen the burden for those on the second shift because I know how time-consuming it is to sort out documents.
I guess not everyone can be as considerate.
I can not really blame them either as we share no ties - familial or anything else.
And kindness is rare in this city where it is every person for themselves.
Makes me appreciate the very few friends that I do have.
As I was making myself sad about my work situation, the corner of my eye catches food.
As if on cue my stomach responds.
Oh, right last I ate something was breakfast.
I go into the facility's canteen and proceed to line up.
What should I have for dinner today?
I see meat, poultry, fish, vegetables, soup, dessert, and snacks.
An option for everything.
I picked whatever seemed filling so that my stomach doesn't nag me at night.
When I was at the counter to pay for the meal I saw this cupcake that was decorated peculiarly.
The lady at the counter must have noticed my staring as she told me:
"That's a cupcake made by the owner's daughter. The owner said it has market potential so they're trying to see if it really does."
"Does it taste too sweet?"
"Surprisingly not, tasted one myself."
"I guess, I'll have that as dessert."
"Great. Cash or tab?"
"Cash."
"Thank you, enjoy your meal."
I scan the area for a free spot when I see one I decided to dine in.
I make my way to the free spot and made myself comfortable.
I savor my meal as my mind drifts off.