Being a Responsible Adult

Being a responsible adult, or in my case, an old man, I have to get things done. I am not talking about those mundane housework, like washing the clothes, vacuuming or mopping the floor. And I am also not talking about paying my phone, electrical and water bills, or Service and Conservancy charges. 

I don't know how else to explain this: it is sometimes hard to get out of bed to get to the office on time. To finish work for the day, no matter what it takes and how hard it gets. All these despite finishing up to 9 pm, and even 10 pm and facing the thought of having to repeat the whole thing the following day, even a Saturday. All these despite knowing you face the prospect of not being able to clear the annual leaves you are entitled to. And everyone expects you to do it, without complaint, without lowering of standard or performance. And yes, it is true, I truly believe so, that no one is indispensible in an office, but I have no idea how come my company's management doesn't seem to have a contingency plan in the event of staff's absence. I forced myself past a bout of seemingly unending flu-like symptoms: running nose, sore throat, and sneezing. Perhaps I was in the wrong, leading a bad example, so much so that my younger colleague didn't even see the doctor despite her gastic pain.  

Being a responsible adult, of course, also means taking care of your health. Having your dinner at nine or ten plus, before going to bed at eleven plus, is definitely not healthy. So is stress for our mental health. I am lucky, in a sense, or disciplined, to find time, like four plus in the morning, to go for a short run. And just on Saturday, when we found the computer system down, and we were free to our private time, I went for a swim. I took it slow and easy; it was great. But the Japanese food I had after wasn't the same. Still, I enjoyed the pleasure of having time to myself, away from the office, away from work.

Being a responsible adult even means I have to consider quitting my job. This despite knowing there are ups and downs in any job, and there will always be busy and lull periods at work. Taking things as a whole, the whole affair at the office just doesn't work in my way - but perhaps, I was expecting too much. Both from the management and myself. So I guess, I have let things be, for the moment, at least. See how things work out. Adjust accordingly. Relax, and occasionally allow yourself to be crazy and wild. That is what being human, or rather, imperfect, allows you to do.