i think i’m showing signs of a workaholic. i think. i don’t usually bury myself with work, but lately, due to unavoidable circumstances (read: resignations, piracy, etc), my workload’s gone haywire. not that i’m complaining, i’m not. it’s just that i’ve been working late rather frequently that i’m missing a lot of things (i’ll get to that later). let’s just say work’s been stressful lately. but on a positive spin, it’s actually a happy/tolerable kind of stress. i dunno, but i don’t feel like banging my head against the wall, so i guess it’s all good. besides, the drive is still there and i don’t hate my job, so again, it’s all good.
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however, i can’t help but think about the things (at least those that come to mind as of this writing) i miss when i still have my eight-to-five schedule. namely:
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1. primetime tv: i know, lousy excuse, but hey, i miss giada’s cooking every night. and coco martin (shet!). hahahaha!! fine, sue me!
2. mall hours: okay, so this one, i really miss! there’s no feeling like having a nice cup of coffee (in a coffee shop miles away from the office) or buying a really shirt or a pretty pair of shoes when you’re feeling down and out after a long day at work. sadly, the only stores still open by the time i step out of the office are (take you pick): ministop, 7-11, or the friendly balut vendor near my place. boo.
3. night out with friends: believe me, i lost count of the number of times i had to do a raincheck. either i’m still at the office or i’m too tired that if i drink a gulp of beer, i’m gonna fall asleep. again, boo.
4. late-night drive: i used to drive around the city (or farther depending on potpot’s current gasoline reading) whenever i’m stressed out or if i need to have some alone time or if i need to get lost for a while or well, if i just want to go for a ride. but when you’ve been staring at a computer screen for hours on end, it’d be a little risky if you brave driving at night (unless you have night vision or something). or when you’ve just spent hours on the road from field work, it’s no fun anymore (and actually, there’s no need for a road trip anymore).
5. home-cooked dinner: like driving, i find cooking therapeutic. fine, this is me channeling my inner barefoot contessa, but i enjoy cooking, especially home-cooked dinner either for myself or for my friends. i don’t get to cook lately because of two reasons: a) calling delivery is much more easier (and convenient) on nights when i just want to plop down on the bed, devour a burger while watching late-night news; and b) my little stove is still unavailable and i haven’t had the time to get it fixed, so again, blame it on me.
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that’s all for now. will post again if i come up with more reasons (hopefully never!).
JT
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