It's Good to Have a Place to Work

I wake up at 6:00, still drowsy, wishing I could sleep more. I get dressed in the clothes I've left on a chair nearby, then head to the kitchen for coffee. I check Facebook and leave the house right away—I have to get to work. Before I go, I prepare myself mentally. That's how I know if it's going to be a good day or a bad one; I notice it as the day unfolds. I take the metro and see everyone in masks. What sadness. We really miss having our faces free—I can imagine it well. It's something we all want, to feel well. I know how to get around at work because I'm independent and can navigate anywhere in the world. I realize it's good and proper to have a place to work, even though sometimes I'd rather go to the beach and see the view. But working matters to me—for the paycheck and to fill the day, for better or worse. I've learned how things work by doing them. I've always hated being scolded, but I understand. I don't hold grudges, because I know who's doing the scolding, and it depends on how people behave. For me it's good to have a quiet place where you can be independent, and then I do what needs doing and I'm quick to respond. I know from experience that working outdoors is good too.