Today is exactly 7 weeks ‘til my last day of work. Today is also 10 weeks away from my expected due date for baby #2. There are a lot of things going on at work. This week, albeit short due to the Labor Day weekend celebration last weekend, is somehow stretching to be a month. How can everything go wrong during the first 3 hours of a daily production? 2 production line, 4 sauces – all problematic. But just as what the trainer in last week’s training said: Murphy’s Law – If something will go wrong, it will. And so be it.
Yesterday’s production was terrible. I knew the moment I answered a call on my company mobile phone at 7:25 am. It went for the worse midday when every single problem that can be encountered in a production was in our cards. What the hell? It was good that I was working with a supervisor who was calm, collected and had sufficient product knowledge. He even managed to sing a Christmas carol while instructing his staff what to do next. He was having a bad day: his pregnant wife being 11 days overdue and with paperwork pending in his desk. I was too: Being 7 months pregnant, hungry all the time and having heartburn every two hours. In the end, all went well.
I’m not sure if I should be in this job at this time of my pregnancy. I have been so stressed lately. I’ve been trying my best to leave the factory as soon as I’ve clocked in 8.5 hours to try to be home to my 4-year-old –who’s also exhausted from daycare and from waking up early in the morning. I’m trying my darn hardest to spend more time with him before baby#2 arrives. I’m trying to look at my options. One option I cannot take, however, is to not work. Moving to 3 countries in 5 years has definitely taken a toll on our finances. It’s expensive moving around – not only with your luggage-full of clothes but also with boxes of personal effects. Factor in the furniture and whiteware you buy and sell in every country you live in. Whew. It’s been exhausting – physically and emotionally. But it has been one hell of a ride.
Expat living has ended for our family. Here’s to being a full time migrant!
xoxo,
Abby
