Ever since we discovered that we just might not have electricity for the rest of the year due to the fact that some electrical pole got burnt in a tragic fire incident, every battery percentage in our phone and every drop of water at home suddenly feels important all of a sudden.
You see, my dad has gotten so reliant on how good the power supply is over here that even when our generator got faulty, he hadn't bothered to fix it because he wasn't making use of it anyway. But unfortunately what happened, happened. And what's even worse is that it happened during a time when people have traveled for Christmas, meaning it will be very difficult to get a mechanic to come work on the generator.
But luckily for us, one of my brothers stays very close to my dad's place, and he has a perfectly working generator, so we did the only thing we could do. I and my little brother had walked over to his house last night and carried his generator. It wasn't a pleasant trip, but it was one we desperately needed, so we couldn't complain.
We had carried it home, and thankfully he had some fuel in it, so we had made use of it that night. But fast forward to this morning, and we needed to charge our gadget again, and the issue of getting petrol came up. It turned out the only place we could get petrol was at the gas station that I had worked at six years ago, the same gas station that I had to quit my job after going into debt while working there.
Luckily for me, I didn't run away like the rest did. Rather, I had paid my debt and then quit the job. I remember asking myself what I would have done if I had run away those many years ago. If I had the courage to go there like I was about to do right now.
Well, I got to the gas station, partially hoping to see the manager so that I could say hi to him, but then, as expected, the whole place had changed. I couldn't recognize anyone there, which wasn't entirely a surprise to me because six years is a long time.
And though I was a bit disappointed, that place still felt nostalgic as I watched the workers attend to me, reminding me of the days when I used to be the guy who attended to other people. It felt nice thinking about it, but I'm glad I no longer work there. That job almost killed me.
