The missing game

I woke up in the late morning with a new found sense of despondence, as well as a backache. I’ll probably spend the entire day lazing around, I thought. And it really did happen.

The backache attributed by 6 hours of standing, sitting, railing at pre-teens and photocopying practice papers went away after my bath, but I soon realized that my throat was turning against me at brunch time. Then I became Maria for the day by buying lunch at the market under the hot sun, washing up all the used cups (we had 3 people at home today, and 5 cups. I wonder how many mouths do these people have.), doing the dishes, making the bed… It took my mind off wandering, so I’m kind of thankful for staying busy.

I don’t know why I’m dreading the interview tomorrow. It’s probably because it’s at Woodlands and, if everything goes well, I’ll have to spend an hour or so travelling to and fro office. And no more casual work attire like what I could don back at Chevron; it’s office attire, right at the centre of the industrial park. How ironic.

And I can never spell out how I felt, to endure 2 days without you by my side. Now I know why I feel so dreadful today. I miss Dad, and I miss Jack.