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Stella Chukwu Nigeria
Student @ University of Abuja
Abuja, Nigeria
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 2 min read
Living In Two Worlds: Work Mode, Quiet Mode
<p><span style="background-color: transparent;">   The day starts at 7:30am with sounds of wheels on tiles, footsteps and lots of conversations happening at once. I resume under the bright airport lights, earpods in, music low, just to block the unnecessary sounds, but enough to hear when someone calls.</span></p><p>That's work mode. My face learns the right expression, and my voice, the right tone. Moving through the terminals as a ServiCom staff, answering questions I've heard ten times like it was the first. An introvert who dislikes noise but has to get things done. Working a bit over 9hours.</p><p>Sign out by 5pm from morning shift. Everything feels too much, but still working on adrenaline until I get home.. Where there are no noise, no lights, no crowd, just my quiet space.. with my cat.</p><p><br/></p><p>   The airport never really sleeps, morning shift, the loudest, night shift, the longest. Noise from every direction, movements, questions, and pressure to stay sharp until the end.</p><p>I move through it like I was made for it, smiling, talking, attending/assisting.</p><p>By the time I get back from night shift the next morning, there's nothing left to say, just a ringing sound up there. I go quiet without thinking about it. My cat just sits with me, doing nothing in particular most times, and somehow that's enough. I take a deep breath, stand, do the necessary hygiene, eat, then sleep. That small sequence puts me back all t</p><p><br/></p><p>   Being an introvert in such work place means work days are like pulling on a uniform that doesn't quite fit but still works, then I drop it when im off duty, to put it on another day. Morning shift ends in 9hours, night shift in about 15hours. Music to survive the noise, quiet to survive after it.</p><p>Take a bath, sit with my cat. No performance, just my cat and I, in the small softness of a room that has nothing to demand.</p><p>One teaches me how to be seen. The other, how to be whole. And every three days in five, I move between them, and the moving itself is the work no one sees.</p>

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