Slipping Into a Pattern

It’s 7:00 A.M. and I’m staring up at the same old ceiling I’ve been staring at for the past 50 mornings. There is a hairline crack running from one side of the ceiling to the other. My eyes trace that crack every morning as they get accustomed to the faint glow of the morning light. “We are never ever ever getting back together. You go talk to your friends talk to….” My second alarm goes off. By my fourth alarm, I’m asking myself if I really need this job. I slowly start to climb out of my bed by the 6th alarm. I usually set 6 alarms because of how difficult it is to get out of my comfortable bed. 6 alarms, 5 minutes spaced apart. I’m slowly slipping into a pattern.

It’s hard to say when a cycle begins because you can pick any point in the cycle and circle back to it. I wake up at 7:30am every morning after my wake up routine with the alarm clocks. I reach for my outfit on my chair that I prepared the night before. So many thoughts are running through my mind. “Train comes in 5 minutes but it takes me 6 minutes to walk to the MTR station. Will I make it if I run to the stop sign and walk the rest of the way?”

I used to grab breakfast on my way to work but that required me to wake up exactly 11 minutes and 35 seconds earlier… not worth. Once I get to the MTR station, I mindlessly tap my Octopus card and immediately head to the escalator on the right. I don’t look at signs anymore. At this point, the directions to get to work are so ingrained in my legs that if you asked me how to get to work, I would only be able to instruct you with movements.

Getting to work is the worst part. An hour commute if I’m lucky. Once I’m at the office, I first make a quick bathroom run. I go to work in shorts and runners because it’s just so damn hot but I bring a set of clothes in my bag. I quickly change into more professional attire before going into the office and greeting everyone. I go to my desk and I immediately open up a set of book marked pages. We then get called into debriefing which usually lasts for 30 minutes.

Once the meeting is done, we all get back to our work. I spend an hour updating myself on Bloomberg and Mashable. Once I feel like my brain is working again, I start chipping at my project.

I usually grab lunch at 12 because the screen starts getting fuzzy from lack of food. The other interns grab food with me as do some of the full-time employees. We used to converse about things going on in our lives and arguing about where we should eat but that all changed when Pokemon Go came out.

We used to get our lunches to go and enjoy eating in the comforts of the office. Now, lunches are quickly eaten and we spend our lunch time walking around hunting Pokemon and battling gyms. Pokemon Go was the small blip or anomaly in this never ending cycle.

After lunch, we all resume our work. Occasionally, a chess game will be played in the middle of the office for anybody interested. Leaving the office varies from person to person and from day to day. I leave the office and make my way over to the usual areas of HK where I know there is good food. This is the only variable in this pattern of madness. This is the time when I get to break free of the cycle. By picking a different restaurant at a different place each time, this is how I keep my sanity.

By the time I get home, it’s late and I’m exhausted. I brush my teeth and scroll around on my laptop. I turn off the light and I close my eyes, dreaming that tomorrow will be different…

I wake up at 7:30am every morning after my wake up routine with the alarm clocks. I reach for my outfit on my chair that I prepared the night before. So many thoughts are running through my mind. “Train comes in 5 minutes but it takes me 6 minutes to walk to the MTR station. Will I make it if I run to the stop sign and …”

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Just kidding, it’s Saturday morning.