-Monday blues

I’ve been battling with an on/off fever, cough and overfatigue for three days. On Saturday, I had the mother of all headaches culminating into a fever by midnight. Then on Sunday,  I had muscle aches all over (which I thought just came from the fact that I put Jino to sleep on my arms). Now, the fever is back with a terrible, terrible cough. I also cannot breath properly so I took one shot from my inhaler (because I cannot drive like that).

On top of that all, my boss is calling for an emergency meeting later (that will start about 11pm after the paper was finished). Sucks. I’m feeling lousy and I have to go to the office, wait for my boss to finish editing the articles and then sit in a crowded room listening to his rants.

Jovee told me he spoke earlier with his father and came back to the office grumpy and all. I probably have to prepare myself for his tirades later. And yes, because he’s masungit, I cannot call him and say I’m dead sick. I don’t think he’ll even care if I have to crawl all the way to the office if only he had us to shout at.

Anyway, I cajoled Rads to go home to his cousins in Bacoor so I have someone with me when I drive home. Hope he concedes. He’s still thinking about it.

3000 words

I’m in the middle of writing, probably, my 3000th word for the day. Although I can still bet I have made it to the 4000th for the day. I have been doing some blog works for the past week–writing for someone else’s blog and neglecting my own. But at least I’m earning extra $$$. And with the way I’m spending these days, I really have got to get a better paying job.

It’s only now that I realize I am actually earning, as in getting money for something I am doing. I have been working with The Times for more than 8 months now but it has never ocurred to me that what I do actually matters, even if I am underpaid.

What’s happening with the Comelec is killing me. I have been literally squattering in their conference room: eating there, writing stories, working, running after people and getting pushed by cameramen. It’s funny how it works–I mean, the whole fuck-up system. I arrive after lunch, park at CBCP, walk shortly to Comelec, do interviews, wait for resolution, get phonecalls from my bosses, get scold at… then, the whole process starts again the next day.

I have always hated anything that has to do with monotony but somehow, I think this is giving me a lesson on patience. After all, I’ve gotten the job I have always imagined myself doing right? So what better way to teach me how to persevere than to let me get stuck in something I have always abhor doing–waiting.

I’m running out of words describing the way I feel about my life now. I’ve got nothing to complain about and I basically have everything I need and love in my life… The work is running me to the ground. But in a good way–the kind that pushes your determination to the edge.