The Vicious Cycle

Unless I can somehow survive on freelance work, my next job must be five-day work.

I can't remember how many weekends I'd wasted as a college student, when, other than the few hours I worked part-time, I had slept all the weekends away. Sleeping was one of my favorite things to do and I was really good at it. I often slept for 14-16 hours straight each time.

It was only a couple of years ago that I learned to be productive on my off days by getting my butt out of the house. There isn't a whole lot to do in Hong Kong, but going out and discovering something to do is nonetheless a better way to spend a day than on the bed.

I called in sick two days ago and slept for 14 hours straight. I wasn't sick. I was just exhausted. "Work hard, play hard" doesn't apply: 1) when the amount of work one put in is in random proportion to one's salary; and 2) once you've reached a certain age (27, apparently). Though still too puny for my lifestyle, I'm making more money now than I ever had before, yet I've lost all the time and energy I so need to put it to good use.

Today's one of those ridiculous "alternate Saturdays" we have to work half days on. Nobody's working, nothing ever gets done, but we're required to be here. When the clock strikes one, I'm going straight home and to bed. Tomorrow, the only day in the week on which I don't have to wake up to the alarm clock, shall be another 14-hour sleepday.

Get me out of here.