It had been a busy day at work. It was her last day of work. She wondered if she will miss this after all. She wondered about the weight she lost. She wondered if she will miss making people happy. She wondered if she would ever walk into the same environment at any other place feeling the same again.

Today, her manager is working a different shift. He wouldn't be the one to close the shop and so he wouldn't be the one to say goodbye. In his place is the worst supervisor. She is mean, frivolous, and sometimes even attempts to act cute.

The girl worked her last day.

Time is always such a strange phenomenon. It's almost as if Time is a living, thinking mechanism. It signals the good and bad omens.

With each departing customer, my heart grew heavier. I wondered if i will miss this place after all. I wondered at the weight i lost. I wondered if i will miss making people happy. I wondered if i will ever walk into Sakae Sushi feeling the same again.

As the evening drew nearer, I began to think if i'm making the right choice to leave. If i did, why do i feel so depressed?

As the evening drew to a close, as my colleagues scurried to finish their closing duties to go home earlier, i began to think that i am making a mistake.

Time is always such a strange phenomenon. It's almost as if Time is a living, thinking mechanism. It signals the good and bad omens. If you observe the signs carefully, you'll see that there are guiding beacons in your life.

In a nutshell.. almost everything that happened today told me that i am making a mistake by leaving. joey is doing the closing instead of alex; a kitchen auntie suddenly confiding in me; the dreary weather.

the end of the day was just terrible. i felt so utterly insignificant. i had no appetite to eat at all. every sushi i took reminded me that it'll be my last closing-time-food-testing-sushi.

i left as quietly as i came.

leaving without a ripple. leaving without a single stir. why are people so unsettled by that?

and so, i began my slow trudge home. alone on the journey. alone at my doorstep.

it's strange how people always seem to want to do the one same thing with you, for you, at the same time, on the same day; and then suddenly no one is there when you need them the most. the girl didn't need anyone to see her home yesterday, and yet, her dad and her sister insisted, and so did ridz. but today, when she needed them the most, neither group was there.

it's always a heart or head explanation. on the one hand, it's always a question of timing. bad timing. and context. her dad and sister had called both previous days to coordinate the time. today, they had thought the girl would call. ridz had to send his dad off. no party is at fault. it's just a problem of timing and context.

on the other hand, the heart believes that Time is trying to say something. Why must all three events collide together?

then again, if we deconstruct this thought further, when we try to argue that Time sends out omens as beacons, and when we try to make sense of these beacons, we can be deduced to be highly irrational. it's like we are trying to find a pattern to explain something, to justify something that we believe subconsciously.