I’ve been doing something for the past three weeks that I never thought I’d ever do because well, it is a relatively hideous thing to do.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, ever since I moved back to Sunday-Monday rest days, I’ve found myself going to the office during my Sunday offs, which may not sound like a big deal to you, but it really is, because in our house, Sundays are family days.

But, things at work are somewhat changing and I found that Sundays really are the only days available to finish everything that needs to be done.  Sunday mornings are the only days when most of my teammates are at work and on shift, you see.  There’re five of us in the team and with the crazy staffing needs our schedule was made that there’s never a day when all five of us are on shift at the same time.  Which is a shame because we usually do our best thinking when we’re in front of food and are stuffing our faces in.

Yesterday—Easter Sunday—was the third consecutive Sunday I spent at the office because we needed to fix up the two bulletin boards given to our team.  (Also, to be fair, only two of the past three Sundays were spent for ‘work’; the other one was more of a post-birthday-celebration celebration of my teammate Kely’s birthday.)  It’s pretty tedious work but we were given a deadline.  So the red cartolina’s and the scissors and the glue were taken out and we began cutting.  Three out of my five teammates were on shift yesterday so with the four of us, the divided work was relatively light.

As with all things, it was the actual starting of the work that took a while, but pretty soon we were making some good headway.  And although one vital part of our working relationship was missing—food—there were still the laughs, the chismisans and the brainstorming.

As I was cutting out pieces of colored paper I suddenly realized why I was willing to go to the office during my rest days: I liked hanging out with these people.  I thoroughly have fun talking to them and I find myself relishing the fact that I am dealing with intelligent and mature individuals.  For the first time in a very long time, I find myself feeling like I actually belong, which is a fantastic place to be in if you ask me.

Hmm, maybe this is why I don’t feel like hanging myself because of work-related stress.