Everything has changed. Day after day, I'm slipping away from the reality I know. It might not be the reality that other people face everyday, but it's mine and I'm used to it. The reality of waking up 3 to 4 hours before my start of my work, arriving there an hour before. The reality of breathing the aroma of Cafe Americano every single working day. The reality of dressing up, looking sharp in the eyes of clients, bosses, colleagues and trainees but trying to stay focused in my mind. The reality of knowing that the end time of your shift is not the end of your work day. I miss my reality. I miss the adrenaline, the controversy, the emotion and the action.
Yes, I am unemployed.
