As I plan to clock in on Saturday to fill in some gaps I have missed before (all paid, thankfully) I don’t need to wake up as early as I do all week and I don’t need to hurry in the morning for there’s no one to watch over me coming at the right time this day, but a convinience of a bus that goes on a fixed timetable, my trust in it, makes me consider repeating my daily routine anyway.

It’s so easy to follow the script instead of thinking how and when to commute if I choose to arrive later. The amount of work stays the same either way, so even if I deny myself a longer weekend sleep and comfort, I’d have more time at my hands when I finish. Sounds like a good comrpomise.

Taking this route, I can ease my head a bit and instead think about what I can do at work while being that early and alone. Listening to podcasts from my phone’s speaker, not headphones, may be one way, let it be something that could usually rise some brows like gritty true crime on English (no one speaks it there). Skipping my regular morning food prep and having either fast noodles or some simple non-McD take out for a dinner can be another way to make it lazier and less formal.

There’d be my condradictory attempt at showing to myself that I don’t belong there today and can do anything… while working on Saturday from the office. It’s fun to recognize that, and that’s fun that I can’t really imagine anything else less dull to spice it up that I myself would want, but that’s really the most fun I need to have there. It’s my work after all, and I don’t want to spend more time than needed to finish it, and after having some thoughts about how boring I actually am, I find that I therefore waste less time on unnecessary ‘fun’ and would instead be free by noon if I’m lucky.