Friday, July 20, 2007

An exhausting week

This week has been very exhausting (don't let the smile fool you). I've worked in average 11.5 hrs each day, trying to make some progress on a new project that got handed to me about two weeks ago. My mom who is on the other side of the Atlantic, works in average 30-35hrs/wk, and definitely has a better life than I. Don't take me wrong I love my job, and I particularly enjoy the fact that I can work those long hours without feeling the time passing. There is this invigorating feeling that warms me up at the thought of being productive. Work is not a burden especially when one is doing something that one enjoys. In fact it's a blessing from the One up above, a defining factor of one's personality for many. I remember a few years ago, one of my friends had some friends over at her place for a visit, we were hanging out together and we got unto talking about what we were doing for a living. Back then, we were a bunch of college students, struggling to pay for our tuition and fees while maintaining somewhat a 'normal' life. As each of us took turn whining about our miserable jobs, my friend while making up some story about her job, winked at me, indicating me I should not reveal her true "profession" to her friends. She was attending hotel rooms as a maid. For one reason or another, we all take pride or shame (for some) in what we do as a living. On how much money we're making. We define who we are by what we do, what we wear, how we speak, who we know. My husband often says that: "we are the sum of our experiences". Regardless of what defines us, somehow we all strive to make a difference in this indifferent world by different means.

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