Stress and some some
Working again…sometimes my working hours are just unbearable…I just wanna hibernate all day and dream of vanilla skies and other lovely cinematography’s of my life, but I couldn’t afford that kind of privilege, unfortunately for me I have to work my ass off to survive…
At 2AM this morning, I was happily reading Da Vinci Code, a book you just can’t put down…I was too engrossed with my imagination when I suddenly got a text about revising a certain ad page for our magazine…it’s freakin 2 in the morning and my work still haunts me…I hate it, I ended up calling a coworker to whine and whine about this never ending revisions, makes me wanna throw my cell phone down the sink! Everyday I’d go home at 4-5 AM finishing on every month’s magazine issue, and I’d wake up every morning with a call from the office asking me to go to work again…I barely have the time to sleep!
…The moment I step in the office, every one bombards me with things to do, they’d ask me in unison and I’d scream to death telling them to take a number! Good god, I feel like a robot already, sometimes they forget that I’m also a human being, some one who breathes and actually has a life other than creating magical stuff on the computer. I barely even have the time to actually go out and pee. I’d go on my cigarette break and my phone will start blinking with calls and messages for me to go back up already…
3 years ago I use to enjoy what I do, I started as a writer then upgraded in creative, which meant more work and more responsibilities. Everything was working the way I’d never expect things to turn up. Everything was good to me…I feel so blessed and lucky. I worked for 3 magazines, layout, art direction, even illustrations for all the magazines at the same time contributing for a broadsheet with rakets here and there. I was enjoying every bit of it; my job sent me to visit places I would never imagine going to. I met a lot of interesting people, and gained new friends. I feel like life’s moving too fast for me, so as my health. I end up visiting the doctor all the time. I became a candidate for carpal tunnel syndrome from working more than 24 hours on a computer, and I’d always be in bed with fever and flu.
Talk about being young and growing old so fast…people would say I look 27 or so, I just turned 23 for crying out loud! Anyway, looking back now, it feels good to have the kind of work that I enjoy, but some times it just gets to me and I feel so brain dead and burn out already. I became so ill tempered and whiny, always giving out memo’s in the office and screaming at every missing thing on my desk. My colleagues would tell me I’d be an old hag when I grow old from being so “masungit”… I hope I won’t! The stress just gives me all these bad moods…I guess I have to start yoga or something to let peace pass through my senses, I wonder when I’ll have the time to actually do it. Anyway, whenever I feel like whining about work I’ll just think of the good things that come with it. It feels good to be wanted and needed, it sucks though when it’s too much, but that’s life, I’d rather have endless working hours and people bugging me all the time than being unemployed and idle on my couch.
