So this is what’s been keeping me busy:
I just did a full 12 hour shift last night with only a 6 hour sleep in tow. We decided it’s a little too cuthroat to come home at 12am commute so we piled up the hours and took in charge of the remaining emails that have been giving us headaches. Well. Instead of sleeping, we thought it’d be better if we get paid. After all, it was a holiday.
I haven’t had much quality time spent with my own bed as well. I slept over at Ger’s for the night, pretty much wore the same clothes and went back to the office again. That’s pretty much just six hours too. We left a little too late for work and it cost us 3 minutes of tardiness.
Work’s an endless silent war. It could have been better if it’s the usual personal struggle between you and the work you’re doing, but it’s draining when you’re faced everyday with people who make your life worse than it is by doing illegal actions and reversing things to make it seem it’s your fault. It’s an amazing three on three fight. You should see it some time. We don’t have catfights but we have our daily dose of secret stares and messages through Outlook. Almost esoteric, really. You see them going around, monitoring what you’re doing, and none even a little discreet. And the problem is, they don’t even have the right to. They’re just coworkers, that’s it.
We already told our supervisor the truth in hopes of getting things even. You all know how adorable our supervisor Tim is—frigging epitome of employee of the year and still all too abused. He’s too nice, but I suppose that makes things great and tolerable. And of course he looked somehow pained finding out about things. Hey, we were hurt too. We couldn’t understand how those people could do it. Right now, he’s trying to make sure everything’s monitored to enforce a fair playing ground. We don’t even want them suspended. We just want a fairer playing ground and that’s it. They’re still taking it into a bad context but since they’re being monitored, they can’t really do anything drastic.
On the side, we’re thinking of renting a house in Makati. If we find one, there would be four of us who’d share the place. I don’t mind, the three others are neat freaks, and I’m sure there shouldn’t be any complications except for most of the bathroom trips and food. But that’s one of the main reasons why I miss having an apartment again, and why I’m so pushing for it: I miss her and her cooking. She can whip up a mean cuisine. And I miss cooking weird stuff for her as well, like the “crunchy noodles with singkamas” I did which became a little memorable albeit unpopular. She claims she likes it, but I don’t believe half of it; but still, the point of living with her again in one house is exciting me once more. Plus, a nearer house may mean more bucks. 14 hours of work wouldn’t be so hard if I can get more sleep and less travel.
I can’t wait to make a new notebook. I’m getting into the idea of having a binded notebook made of plain paper for the doodles and artwork. Yes, I have now recently picked up oil pastels and ink and pencil. Little D is slowly evolving, but I’m still thinking of renaming him/her. I don’t mind sticking to that name though.
I’m also planning to pick up on the lost time which I should have been reading pending literary lists. Emma’s on my side table; the other day I downloaded Pride and Prejudice because I miss Mr Darcy. Also thinking of brushing up on history and a lot of other things. Minimize my gigs out and minimize spending. I need to rake in as much money as I can.
I’m too behind.
I need to run out of time to think and be emotional.
