Taking the backseat, like always.
Sometimes, it’s not OK.
Bid farewell to my boss yesterday. She did the same. We’re exiting the company together. Har.
Double Overtime. Actually, this should be triple overtime already, because this is more than 3 hours later than my 5:30pm dismissal. Lately I’ve been staying in the office later than I should. There is just so much work to be done for this event coming around the end of February.
It hasn’t been an easy week for me because my efforts go unnoticed to the extent that, apparently, the impression on me was that I wasn’t focused enough on this project when in reality, this has been the first and last thing I’ve been thinking about every morning and before sleeping. It has actually been harder for me to sleep because my to-do list just runs like clockwork in my head. True story.
I can’t wait for this crap to end already, really. I’m just thinking of the day after—I’ll be in Cebu for 4 days.
Manic Monday is an understatement. There is just so much work to do, that I even had to check my mail through my mobile phone to see if important e-mails came in. I am currently in the gym, as we speak, and it’s not fun to spend the 30second break reading mails while panting my lungs out.
The only good thing about today was how fast time passed.
I wish it were March already.
Domesticated dad. Mom is away for the weekend so dad and I are in-charge of the grocery shopping for the week. My dad doesn’t do the groceries with my mom, nor does he like staying in the supermarket for a long time, so this is something special.
Here he is, totally oblivious that I was taking a photo of him until he heard the camera-snapshot-clicking sound and chased me down the aisle. He was too slow because the cart was heavy.
Cookieception. An Oreo snuggled inside a huge chocolate chip cookie! If there’s anyone in my family who has an extremely, um, activated (???) sweet tooth, it’s me but this little monster was too sweet that I couldn’t finish it. Maybe it was from finishing one of Pepper Lunch’s notoriously huge meals (which I had twice in one day, by the way but that’s another story) for dinner.
‘Twas a calorie-fic Saturday, indeed!
What a stressful day, today was. Tons of e-mails, non-stop urgent requests, one of my exhibitors from Denmark almost gave me a heart attack, and my PC at work decided to go BSOD on me (yes, this PC is embarrassing). Pft.
Happy hump day.
Allow me to go all first world problems for today.
My 6-year old gym shoes are dying a slow death. It chooses to break even after having superglued it twice. Maybe third time’s a charm?
4. what you wear to bed.
A shirt and shorts. Sometimes flannel pajama bottoms if it’s cold.
(Challenge here)
3. how have you changed in the past 2 years.
Two years ago I was this idealistic, fresh-out-of-college, omg-i’m-excited-to-be-part-of-the-so-called-“real-world” kind of person. Yes, I had just graduated, I started job-hunting right away and after about a month, I got a job as an Associate Producer for the second season of the Philippine franchise of Project Runway. I was so stoked because I’ve always wanted to be in production.
I learned so much, I loved my colleagues (including my boss), I learned how to write better (I guess?) and I met so many new people (celebrities and high-profile names at that). I was happy to, somehow, be on the road to living my directorial dreams. However, when ever I’d try to picture my future in a profession like this, I realize that it might not be something that will give my future family the comfortable life I am currently living. The hours are deadly, the pay is low, the projects only come once in a while—it’s frankly a very unstable profession. This is not to say that all the people in the field are not comfortable with their own lives, no, but they’ve started way earlier, at a time when Philippine film and television was more sophisticated and was deemed as art. I was at a cross road when the show’s season ended. I needed to find a new job but had to choose if I want to go the same route and do what I want, or go on a different path with steady income, 13th month bonuses or medical benefits. With an industry like this and an economy like ours, I decided to go for the latter.
I called myself a sell-out when I made the decision, but now I call it being realistic and practical. Yes, that’s what it was. It was a very painful decision to put my dreams on hold and embrace a different field (I eventually went into PR) so that my future’s dreams can come true. I look at it as a grown-up decision, which, thankfully, I don’t regret doing (yet). My plans, my mindset, my way of looking at the world have all changed since two years ago. I admit that I am a little jaded now (lol) but my priorities have taken a different turn. I am content at my current job where I am getting compensated well and the stress levels are just about the right amount. I am looking into further studies in business marketing (something that NEVER crossed my mind before—EVER) to up my game and establish myself more.
I wouldn’t say that my now realistic-practical-sometimes-jaded self has forgone The Dream. It is still there and I am still dead set on chasing it. Maybe in a better place and in a better time.
Yeah, maturity. Sometimes, it sucks eggs.
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