mardi, février 06, 2007

At long last ...

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Now I've finally come to face the screen and actually typed something in. Been a while since I've been unsettled enough to gather my thoughts again and place them in order. It's annoying really (and sorry if I'm in a ranting mood right now) how I wasn't able to write about my exhilarating trip to Palawan, nor my memorable December vacation to Davao, my having a sucky New Year's, my nearing 1st year anniversary with my crumpet, and all those new year's resolutions of finding a new job. Many, many things ... and as I sit here now in the cafe, I cry at how stale and moribund my career has been and how I have to stop this incessant whining and begin being more patient with myself. After all, I have already plan to put into motion a series of events that may hopefully aid me in getting what I want.
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Work has been a drag the past few days. I haven't been absent nor late, have been doing my job well, have been taking my break scheds on time, been working quietly in my little corner beside the column with the hand sanitizer. I can't take it!!! It's just too darn CLEAN!!! I wanna be absent just because! I wanna go to work then log-off when I want to, faking my illnesses and getting paid for it, enjoying the afternoon sunset scanning across the metro while I sip my instant coffee from the vending machine, watching the workers destroy the old International School building a mile away from sight. But no. All I am is trapped. I need my bonuses, my stable salary, my stress-free environment, my clean console and spill-proof mug. I need to take on my responsibilities.
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Everything else has been swell. I enjoyed celebrating my birthday with the people who are most important in my life -- my college friends, my crumpet, my grade school friends, my family, a couple of officemates -- just my way of showing appreciation for not having left me for dead even in my direst, most pathetic plight. Thank god I'm able to blog about it now.
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As for everything else, there are more important stuff to whine about Ü
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