TGIt’s not F

TGIF sounds like Latin to me, a phrase the husband and I neither recognize nor find familiar. I guess this is what happens when BOTH of us are shift workers, with him on stand-by 24/7 and me on a three-shift rotation.

But what can I say, there are certainly perks to being shift workers. I have long off days (sometimes  four days in a row without having to apply for leave). I can wake up late, have dusk to dawn movie marathons on a weekday, get drunk without the worry of being hangovered at work, and get to make loud happy noises in bed as the white collars, blue collars, schoolkids, aunties get stuck in a cyclic morning rush. Isn’t that a great?

And on weekdays, when it is in the norm to feel workday blues, I get to plan our days with leisure activities or just run errands without having to queue (at post offices, sam machines, banks), shop without any shoving and dine without crowdy or even, rowdy, people. It gives me breathing space, and time to do things at a nice pace.

Last Monday, we decided to head to the museum. And to our surprise, we almost had the whole museum to ourselves. In fact, we rarely had to share a gallery with anyone, which allowed us to own mischief – taking photographs, joking around and just, really, enjoying each other’s company whilst learning all these great historical facts we never knew about our country, culture, food, people and traditions.

It was a good weekday for us! So, cheers to many many more weekdays to come. More pics here.

We bought our tickets to Japan already!

My favourite shot by him.