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A week or two ago I walked out of MetLife for the last time, leaving parting words with workmates via a hastily, and poorly written, email. Colleagues would be too friendly a word - I never really did like any of them, but I'm too polite to tell them. Oh, except for M - but I guess that was because she is beautiful and genuinely nice, a rare combination in the nine to five farce.
So now I lose track of days very easily, except for Tuesdays. The movies are cheap on Tuesday's, and it's fast becoming one of my favourite days. Now Tuesday's the day by which all other days are marked against in my calendar. I've come to realise that without a nine to five, Friday just doesn't have the same meaning as it used to. Friday is just a day when I stay at home to avoid excessive crowds, drinking overpriced drinks in dim and poor lighting. Monday just doesn't feel the same either, but Sunday morning is still lazy and I still manage to wake up early on Saturday.
Whilst in search for a local library, I was hit by the ambiguity of a sign outside a building nearby my house - Women's Library - All Welcome. I made a tentative attempt to find out if they really meant the All Welcome part, but quickly turned away when I noticed that the foyer was filled with women, and not a man in sight. I went back a day later when they posted another sign - Second-Hand Books $2 - but retreated once again after finding that there were no male authors in the entire collection being sold, plenty of women in the foyer and not a man in sight. How sexist.
I haven't been so confused by a sign since that time I came across an intersection with four Stop signs.