March 11+1, 2017
Sunday, the night to go back to work.
I only had a week off, but it felt like a month. Why? Not sure. Maybe because I ve done a lot of things than other weeks? Or bacause I missed my colleagues too much? Surely not that I missed my nagging and complaining customers.
I left home early just in case, and the bus arrived at the centre within 20 minutes, so I am an hour earlier than my expected time.
I am having coffee at a Starbucks, but they close at 10pm, so I will have to get to work.
OK, let’s go.
Back to my playground.