The miracle called habit

Before I start, a 'Hail' to all people who work. To all those who leave for work in the morning, come back late in the evening and go to sleep, just to wake up and go to work again. And an even bigger salute to the mums who not only work all day, but come back and cook. Gosh!
2 weeks old in my internship, and I'm already wondering how I'll tackle life when I graduate and have to work to live! More than the work itself, or the part of waking up early, or traveling, is the torture called monotony. Life is so monotonous, that I feel there is hardly anything to look forward to (except of course, reaching my room, eating and sleeping, and yeah, the weekend - which miraculously vanishes!!).

And within just 3 days, my new life has formed a habit. Everything seems to go on unconsciously - the car of the travel is always one of the last three, this car stops near the stairs in the station I get down, the way I take to reach the office building, where I look at the pictures of the 'Male' and the 'Female' in the washrooms (and wonder at the stereotypes - the man all funky looking, and the woman wearing the lipstick looking at a hand-mirror), chuckling at the MasterCard ad playing in the lift, and missing the bus to campus when I return, with the result I wait for quite some time in painful formal shoes (which are painful even though they are absolutely flat!).

Life isn't bad, but it's so monotonous, that I wonder if all this is even worth the trouble - studying, getting a good job, getting married, and so on. Is that all there is to life? I realise with shock that there is just one more year left in university, and then my fun days are over. My sister says life in your early 20s is fun, because you start earning, live independently (well, mostly!) and enjoy with friends! But what's the point if the only time I get to spend with friends or with the things I buy are only a couple of hours at night, before I realise (with shock, again!) that it's time to go to bed so that you can go early the next day and complete the press release so it goes on time to the media? Whoa!

Yeah, I know.. I'm ranting off like a crazy woman, but I'm seriously contemplating retiring by the age of 35 and to start writing books, or freelance :D

Now, those of you who find it really funny and haven't started working yet, I'd say, hey, every dog has its day. You'll realise sometime soon. And to those of you who find it funny but are working, I'd only say you're so used to this monotony and vicious circle that you don't even realise it. To those of you who laughed and don't or won't work, I'd say you're missing something!
And if you didn't laugh and totally sympathise with me, God bless you.