Let's make it a quick one



It's 8 minutes past the start of my standby. Of course I'm dreading work, especially when I don't even know where I'm going.

Being on stand by makes me so anxious, I normally wouldn't even sleep well, worried if they'd call me up in the middle of my sleep- now that's the true definition of a rude awakening. But sometimes, kinda like a little miracle, some standbys are just really pure luck. Like my previous one, I was called up for a late reporting London flight. Somehow, I don't think this standby duty is going to be as lucky.

This unpredictable, erratic job of mine, somehow became a norm to me. How I could be here tonight and then suddenly I'm in another country later in the evening. How it could be evening in Singapore, but still morning when I land. How it's scorching hot in Singapore, but later I'd be all wrapped up. How I could be snuggling in bed tonight, but greeting passengers later. How I'd be thinking why the sky is dark when my clock is saying otherwise. Time doesn't seem to exist in the sky, at least I know I don't normally pay attention to it. And suddenly, there I am in my hotel room, in different city, thousand miles away from home, when it feels like I just got up of my own bed not too long ago.

Constantly on the go, never staying in one place.

Yet, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Love,
Ashhy

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