Labor Day

It was officially Labor Day last May 1, and for me, officially 1 month since I started working in my new company. I don't know, I still have mixed feelings about the whole thing. The job is super exciting, definitely more challenging than my last stint as a typist/reader for the deaf. I don't know. Perhaps my apprehensions stem from the fact that a) I've realized I can't pretend to be uber enthusiastic about local showbiz chismis even if my life depended on it, and b) I've found myself running low on funds several days before the next paycheck arrives and that is something that's never happened to me the last 5 years! I guess I've been pretty spoiled with having a higher-than-average paying job for doing something so menial, and now that I've gotten myself a real career opportunity in advertising, I'm forced to ponder on things like "budget" or "free burger steak" or "OT meal and transport".

I find that I can't complain like I want because in a month's time, I've found I can write a bunch of stuff on my resume far more than what I had been able to write down on my resume the past 3 years I've been takin' it easy. So there ... being in the working class sucks. Well, not like I haven't spoken with clients who have regular desk jobs, who are rich beyond my wildest dreams; clients who own, like, the whole of Cavite or Batangas yet are stuck emailing PR revisions or treating their account managers to lunch before rushing off to do more important stuff other than going to the beach or shopping. Believe me, the "real" rich ones are more down-to-earth than their noveaus.

But I digress. Although I do feel so much at home in the office already, a part of me still feels like I'm not quite comfortable yet.

Perhaps I desperately need a summer vacation from my labor days.