A Private Room

Do you have a private room to yourself to do what you want? Do you enjoy a private corner where you can work alone?

Some of us enjoyed a private room ever since they were young. They had a room to themselves where they could put all their toys, their collection of books and items of interests and hobbies, their medals and trophies, clothes and shoes, etc. And they would insist that no one was allowed to disturb them, and no intruders without their consent.

Of course, there were those who were not that lucky; they don't have a private space to themselves. Everyone squeezed in a very small room. Here they would eat, play, sleep, and did various other things. But it would still be okay if everyone learned to be kind and respect one another's privacy, and took turn to use the facilities.

Having a private room or a private corner to oneself is really nice. Here we can organize and arrange our workspace the way we want in. We can decorate and equip it with the things we want, And we can work efficiently and effectively.

But as adults, we always give our children their private rooms. Now we have to do our work in the living room. It may be a eating table, or a small desk by the corner of the room.

There will be time when our children will get restless and tired in what they do, and they will come and interrupt our work, disturb our things or ask a lot of questions. To solve the problems, some parents will fulfill their requests, or give them some work to do. And I believe they are doing it right; compromising with our children is a better idea than asking them to keep quiet.

Some of us have our room closed when we don't want to be disturbed; Others will just leave the door opened. It will be good that we ask permission to speak to them before we disturb them. They maybe busy and don't want to be disturb. Failing to do so sometimes create a lot of misunderstandings and arguments.

Do you have a private corner or a private room to do your work? What would you feel if you are disturbed?

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Back To My Room

They have finished the rewiring of the office building; my room is now ready for use. All the lights are functioning and are turned on. The air-conditioner is working well and powerfully cold. Though there is this pungent smell of a wet paint, it is not here to stay. The wires are now concealed in plastered walls and ceiling. Everything looks just beautiful and well done.

It is time to move back to my room and begin my work here. I had not worked here for almost a month now, though I had often frequented it. But I had not resorted to relaxation and empty talks on any single day. Instead, I had my working space in the staffroom as an alternative and I was fully occupied. It is just not right to stop working just because of circumstances. Work is work and we are paid to do our work.

Now that I am back to my own table and chair, there is this sense of belonging, and this feeling of lightness and freedom. Everything is back to normal now. Now I can do what I am used to do, and reorganize my work. Everything I need is readily at hand; there is no need to rush and hurry as before. Once again I can stretch my arms, hum a song or drink my tea in peace whenever I want. Once again I can take off my shoes and let the feet feel the cold cement floor. Oh! It is really nice to have my room back.

I presume every one of us needs our own space to work. Mine is a common room and more to a storeroom. Here are the file cabinets and office storage cabinets. Here are the Photostat machine and the washroom. Here they keep every office supplies and equipments possible. And for your information, here is the only route to the toilets and another two washrooms.

Sometimes, strangers and visitors pass by, greet and tease us while shaking their heads, laughing and smiling away. Sometimes, we do grumble inside. But it doesn’t matter; it is still a good place to work. Of course, if possible, I would like to have a private room, a room where I can escape from prying eyes and ears, away from rumor-mongers and muck-spreaders, and those grievers and mourners around. But as it is, we don’t demand changes just because of self-gratification; instead we adapt ourselves to whatever circumstances possible, work hard and earn our pay.

The room is still in a mess. There are still things to get ready before I can enjoy my workplace. But there is no need to hurry. It is not the amount of work we can do that matters. Rather, it is the quality time we spend to do our work.

I take another look at my room. I am satisfied.

Gone is the electrical blackout.

Hopefully this time is for good.