the (almost) Perfect Job

One often wonders what the perfect job is. Okay cut the crap. Some people crave for jobs with less work and more pay. Most of the time you do not get what you want. This goes without saying in lieu of the alluded job topic. Nothwithstanding all that, there is a component that plays a heavy part in the job industry. Indeed, happiness is also another one, but what people expect the least of, is people themselves. Work is nothing without the meaning of every unit Joule your body exerts. Work means nothing when one is putting all his work into nothing, but in which no one will ever see, no matter how many eons have passed. Work needs understanding; it requires highways of communication; it requires companionship. Friends are what makes work meaningful, and less of a waste of energy to the already energy-inefficient universe, the one reality you are represented in. 

I woke up early from my normal Saturday, preying on nothing but air. The latter sentence was obviously redundant, so is the sentence following it. Also the sentence after it is more redundant, and the one after. The last sentence and this sentence are redundant. <End of Sentence Chain>

I am currently working part-time as a chef. I'm currently working as a part-time chef in an all-day dining buffet restaurant on the first floor of a prestigious British hotel in Tainan, Taiwan. In the restaurant, I work as a chef in the Japanese section of the buffet, where we grip-make sushi (a literal translation of the nigiri sushi),, prepared brakfast condiments which are present in a part of our buffet section, but we do not have to be fully present to oversee the availability of it.  I believe I have unfinished sentences above, yet I do not bother to check and just continue wiith my blog entry instead. I chose every Saturday for this 8-hour job is because my schedule is normally packed for creative work. Monday: Music Composition and Practice Day, Tuesday: Python Learning Day (also including other programming languages, CSS and HTML), Wednesday and Thursday: Youtube Days, Friday: Movie Time Day, Sunday: Art Day. Yoou may have noticed that I skipped Saturday, and you may also have known the reason I did this was because I have mentioned it earlier in the paragraph, which makes the reason as to why I am trying to explain this already obvious step of writing and to why I am still attempting to explain anything by typing a lot, is stupid.

I woke up as early as I could at 9 a.m. After that I attempted to get up as early as I could at 10 a.m. I tried not to swipe around my 90Hz display Asus Zenfone 7 and the tempting big-screen-with-S pen Samsung Galaxy Tab S6. I tried so hard but I could not. That was why it took me roughly one hour and 14 minutes 22 seconds before I could immediately get up after my eyes opened up for the waking up. Immediately, I went into shower and performed a manual stimulation by imagining and fantasizing younger teachers whom I love very much for their extreme kindness, and who I will never ever in my right mind disgrace or disrespect, in real life. In virtual world, sometimes I felt stupid for succumbing to the very animal instinct which compelled us to breed, in particularly, the male species. I did whatever I had to do without having people judge my actions. Not at least until this account h been made public by my garrulous, multiloquent and loquacious self with an extreme logorhea.

Every ended at around 10:45 and I got dressed, half-heartedly, until 11 a.m., where I stumbled upon my co-worker and my best friend in the community I'm living in, in the corridor leading outside the dormitory. He then questioned my present presence in the dormitory when I was expected to be in the restaurant working my shift as determined by the schedule. I then checked the schedule, and man was he right. I had not confirmed with my schedule the night before and my cerebellum was prompt to formulating probable and potential excuses right away. Did not see the schedule on the group chat? Terrible excuse. Was too tired after a hangover party? Worse excuse. Staying up late 'til 6 a.m. to do some correction  of an English research book about quantum chromodynamics by a scientist acquaintance who was needing my calibre as an English teacher? Perfect.

There went us two gallant workers in his motorbike. I went ahead and greeted everyone. None was angrry. non faces showed any disappointment. Zhiming, a senior co-worker, and Brock, the leader in our section warmly welcomed me with my name. Also asked me to not rush, instead take time downstairs in the employee's dining room to grab some lunch. My heart was touched. Not only I had not utillised my pre-prepared excuse script to get me out of the torch I was about to torch myself, but other than the torch used to grill the seared salmon nigiri, I was not even in the torch in the first place. It was just an understandable situation which people got up late for work. I would love to think that the work was a bliue-collar job with minimum wage, but the part where friendship and understanding matter more in the world of business in this part of country I have found, is prevalent in my mind. And so does my mind constructed another possible aspect of job I deemed perfect, if I were to hunt for one. There goes my train of thought, as I happily galloped downstairs to the dining room with my Samsung Galaxy Tab S6, and putting all these glee an joys on the blog.