It’s the second week of work tomorrow. And honestly, I’m still not used to waking up early in the morning and getting back home only in the evening. I don’t think I’ll get used to it anytime soon. I still miss school a lot; the flexibility of time, breaks and most importantly, the people whom I love.

The first three days of work were quite a torture. Reading is one of the things I dislike most, but sadly I was tasked to read on some stuffs which I had already knew as a form of refresher. I can’t believe I survived those three days. Moreover, I was alone most of the time; there’s no one seated around me.

And just when I thought that things would go on that way, things started to pick up a little after getting a call from my favourite friend on Thursday afternoon! He must be my lucky star! One of my colleagues asked me to join them for the afternoon break and I got to know them a little better.

Then, on Friday, I was given a project to work on. I know it’s going to be a little different. In fact, it’s very different. I’m no longer working on a project with my favourite friend.

I know I have to compromise a little at times. I know I have to express my ideas clearly. I know I have to say what I wish to say and disagree on things with I don’t approve on. And I know I shouldn’t cry anymore.

You wouldn’t be there to give in to me. You wouldn’t be there to remind me of things I have to be aware of when working with people. You wouldn’t be there anymore.

Second week of work, without you, but with all the advices you had given me. It’s going to be tough, I know.