spoke too soon

spoke too soon...

five in the morning. i received an sms from my boss saying there was a fiesta in tondo today. that basically meant i had work to accomplish. so i did what any normal employee would do--ignore it. besides, i didn't have enough time to prepare. suppliers had to be informed. people had to be mobilized. resources were unavailable. all that usually requires at least three days to ensure smooth execution (and enough room to breathe). i wanted to punch the inconsiderate, thick-faced bastard who presented this information last minute. because in truth, i could have done this swiftly and easily. if there's at least one thing i've learned from my penthouse training, it's that the word "problem" should not exist in my vocabulary. and i knew i was only making excuses to avoid having to work (again) on a sunday.

no problems. only solutions.

twelve noon. phone was ringing. it was the boss. i quickly debated in my head on whether i should pick up. i did anyway. he wanted us to get things rolling in the afternoon. who was i to say, no?

four hours later: six hundred families. twenty workers. six volunteers. three hours. two barangays. mission accomplished. and another sunday afternoon gets written in the journals as spent on-the-job.

silent month

blog's been dormant this past month. mainly due to two reasons:
a) too much work to be done, AND
b) more work to be done.

although my rant meter has been running high lately, i haven't really found time to just sit and write (and complain). weekends included. that's because i haven't had a single free weekend--working 7 days a week--during the past month and a half. and it was only a matter of time before i actually started feeling weary from having to get up daily at an hour usually reserved for dawn masses. thankfully, i have this weekend for now. but it's damn too short to compensate for the ones that dissipated from my life. the coming week opens a new series of busy weekends, enough to sour my mood while others plan for their out-of-town trips in anticipation for the november 1 holiday.

on other things... mercury's been dropping. seems like christmas weather drifted in earlier than usual this year. and it's not yet even halloween! a trip to sagada would just be perfect with this climate. if only an escape plan could be drafted...

striped nightmare

what does it mean when one dreams about tigers--hundreds of them--lazing in the backyard?

break-in

after two months of grinding work, hooked on properly executing the innumerable and almost impossible requests of my boss, i fear that the electric pulses in my head are once again shifting from one side to the other, disrupting the healthy equilibrium i have been trying so hard to maintain.

i need a change of scenery. if only for a couple of days. before i turn into a complete machine.