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I need work more than work needs me. And to be honest, work never needed me, who am I kidding anyways!? I wish I had not blogged about how my nominal existence at my work place, was never acknowledged. Then probably I could brag about how much work needed me, which by the way is not much of a lie. I mean, work needs me. HOLDING FILES IS WORK!!!! That’s a lot of physical work, and you have a law degree, trust me… then it is a lot of mental work too!

So, anyways those 2 days at home when bhai’s arrest was celebrated and nobody gives a hoot about budget 2014-15, I was Bored as… even more than I would be in hell. I don’t know who is me, and what I did to me, I mean it’s ME! Me is the person who wouldn’t go out for weeks, and stay in her room from dusk till dawn. Well, cause me would sleep in dawn, therefore, me had to turn it around. In fact, I used to get mood swings when I would be told that I “had to” go out. People used to think I lived in a cave (now they think I live in my office). And I was happy in my cave, I never felt the need to be out of it. My family and friends (?) were unconvinced that I was actually never bored at home. But then I never was. May be that’s why no one expected that I could work. My mother thought I could never find my work life interesting, and will always sit at home, and those who knew me thought I would never find work and life, and anything interesting and will always sit at home.

Well… I don’t Blame them. But that doesn’t mean this time I would blame myself. Let’s not blame anyone. Or may be blame MQM. Because? Well, I don’t know, I want to get back to I-was-bored-at-home bit. So, I was SO bored to death at home during those “holidays” that despite the city was burning I wanted to go to work. Okay, so I am not trying to feign that I am a workaholic or anything close to it. All I am saying is that I kinda, type of, basically pretty much have gotten used to office.

Home is what you have gotten used to. That’s why it’s home and not necessarily house. Home is home, and it can be many things and people. Home is what you miss, who you miss. Home is what you feel, who you feel. Home is what you are used to, who you are used to.

I am often asked how I managed going to court in the morn, and then directly to my office, it’s two jobs. Well that’s job… and requiring both, physical and mental work… but I have gotten used to it. In fact, I have gotten used to it so much that it doesn’t even feel anymore. I mean seriously, I feel so tired when I ACTUALLY DON’T feel tired by the end of the day. *go figure*

So, I guess I need work more than work needs me. And perhaps, I should rather pay(?) to come to work? Whatever.