Posted in July 2010

Enough already.

I blog on a Friday afternoon before I head home. I do this as a desperate cry for help. I hope and pray that somehow somewhere, someone is reading and maybe willing to take on the challenge.

What I am doing is like trying to grasp water with just my hands. The flow is just too much and in the end I’m left with nothing. I’m not used to doing this. I want to deliver each and every thing that I do with as much attention to detail as i can. I like to do things really well, but how can I even think of that with all the stuff I’m trying to balance?

With a fresh resignation letter on my desk, I believe it’s time to say no for a change. For quality’s sake. For the users’ sake. For the company’s sake. For my own sake.

Happy Sad

Tonight I attended the wedding reception of my ex-girlfriend and barkada. I wasn’t there during the actual ceremony because I mixed up my schedule. I thought the wedding was tomorrow. Good thing my other ex-girlfriend and barkada texted asking me where I was.

There were two opposing things I felt during the celebration – joy and sadness. Joy because I’m genuinely happy that she finally found the person who makes her smile and treats her right. After everything she went through, she deserves a happy ending. Sadness because I wish I spent more time with her after college. For some reason things just drifted apart despite having the means to communicate.

To Myles and Mark, I wish you both well. There will lots of challenges. All I can say is enjoy the ride.

An Office All-Nighter After A Long Time

I was here in the office at 8:20 in the morning for a conference call that didn’t push through. It’s 12:21 a.m. and I’m still here, making sure that the project I’m launching, hopefully in a bit, is acceptable.

I remember our weekly all-nighters when I started working here. Romy was my boss and we would stay till three in the morning, churning out community stats for the mancom come sun up. It was such a riot! I remember us messaging each other, asking if it would be rude to ask our boss if we could go home already. As far as I remember, it was Chegay, April, EJ, Aisa, Yoj, Fiesta, Romy, Dan, Moby and myself.

Those were the days.

Now, it’s just me, the guard and the staff of TFC Now! It’s not exactly the same. It’s quite far, to be honest. The barkada atmosphere isn’t here anymore.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me getting old.

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