Late-night ramblings II
Unfortunately, our education system does not cater to those of us who work better at night. Well, that's my excuse, anyway.
This is why when it comes time to choose modules, I try my best to bid for those that give greater weightage to take-home assignments. I've tried to sleep early and wake up early, but even when I wake up at five o'clock in the morning and force myself to stay awake throughout the day, I can't sleep until at least 2 AM. See where this is going?
The work I churn out in the day, I will toss when I re-read in the night. I don't know what it is that makes the cogs in my head run that much more smoothly at night.
***
I've never liked to be cooped up in an air-conditioned space. Some days, though, the heat is just too much to bear. It's the lack of oxygen, I think -- I can't help but feel restless or lethargic after a while.
In the night, however, you get the cool night breeze and ventilation. Besides, there's something very precious about the quietness and comfort of knowing that no one is going to interrupt your train of thoughts. The predictability is furthered by the sound of the ignition of the (fishmonger) neighbours' pick-up at 2:30 AM, and the "thud" of the Today paper at our doorstep at 4 AM.
***
This is just school. The question is: what kind of job will accommodate such nocturnal characteristics? Hold that thought, and wipe that grin off your face -- of course when I talk of night jobs, I also mean those pertinent to my field of expertise. Wait, that didn't come out right either. Well, you know what I mean. I hope.
***
While we were eating the other day, XL spotted a worm on KR's shirt. All she managed to muster -- apart from a shrill cry -- was to point at the worm, while KR proceeded to jerk around awkwardly in a bid to shake the crawlie from himself.
"Stop moving," I instructed. When he did, I picked the worm off his shirt and flicked it to the ground. "What's wrong with you people?" I asked, in mock disgust. "Never played with worms before?"
KR stared at me for a while, before coming up with one of the most informative reponses I'd ever heard: "You're a girl, you know?"
I always get a kick out of that. The abolishment of stereotypes -- fun stuff.
This is why when it comes time to choose modules, I try my best to bid for those that give greater weightage to take-home assignments. I've tried to sleep early and wake up early, but even when I wake up at five o'clock in the morning and force myself to stay awake throughout the day, I can't sleep until at least 2 AM. See where this is going?
The work I churn out in the day, I will toss when I re-read in the night. I don't know what it is that makes the cogs in my head run that much more smoothly at night.
***
I've never liked to be cooped up in an air-conditioned space. Some days, though, the heat is just too much to bear. It's the lack of oxygen, I think -- I can't help but feel restless or lethargic after a while.
In the night, however, you get the cool night breeze and ventilation. Besides, there's something very precious about the quietness and comfort of knowing that no one is going to interrupt your train of thoughts. The predictability is furthered by the sound of the ignition of the (fishmonger) neighbours' pick-up at 2:30 AM, and the "thud" of the Today paper at our doorstep at 4 AM.
***
This is just school. The question is: what kind of job will accommodate such nocturnal characteristics? Hold that thought, and wipe that grin off your face -- of course when I talk of night jobs, I also mean those pertinent to my field of expertise. Wait, that didn't come out right either. Well, you know what I mean. I hope.
***
While we were eating the other day, XL spotted a worm on KR's shirt. All she managed to muster -- apart from a shrill cry -- was to point at the worm, while KR proceeded to jerk around awkwardly in a bid to shake the crawlie from himself.
"Stop moving," I instructed. When he did, I picked the worm off his shirt and flicked it to the ground. "What's wrong with you people?" I asked, in mock disgust. "Never played with worms before?"
KR stared at me for a while, before coming up with one of the most informative reponses I'd ever heard: "You're a girl, you know?"
I always get a kick out of that. The abolishment of stereotypes -- fun stuff.
posted by Laughingcow at 4:23 am
3 Comments:
there are tons of shift-work jobs to be had in oil refineries and pharma companies I hear.. better money somemore..
and, eeeks.. even I've never played with worms..
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Eeeven? What is that supposed to mean?
RAWR!
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