Last Day of Work...Thank GOD!

Earlier today, I just found out that most companies if not all were just reporting for work half the day today! And I, together with my colleagues were to report the whole day!!! So how's that for a HOLY WEEK present, huh?

If I was piled up with work earlier, I could have not mind reporting for work and finishing all the tasks given to me. But that was quite the opposite. No clients to follow up the status of the letter we sent to (because they were on a half-day, remember?). So all I got was a continuous telephone ring on the other end and I broken spirit of a so-dedicated employee.

I spent half of my day thinking of things to do. And miraculously, I seem to find work even in the dullest moment of my existence in that sixty-something workplace. And no matter how hard I try to disregard and consider to do it the next day, I was still daunted by it. So I ended up finishing that work for the sake of working.

But good things, never last. I ended up waiting for that six o'clock mark. I finished everything, and sometimes, I think I do quality work in so little time that I think I should do everything in proper pacing.

Thank GOD for this long week-end. I need this because I feel I am going to burn out pretty soon. THANK GOD!Halleluyah!:P

22-year-old Early Depression Syndrome

I just found out earlier from work that if we won't have advertisers, the magazine won't push through anymore. It was a fair decision, but I am kind of worried a bit for the entire work that I did.

Yes, I was paid. Yes, we all did our share of work. But I figured I pulled out more work than others. Not that I was exploited or anything. I liked what I do. I liked the people around me, ahmm, except for one and that's a given - a black sheep of the flock that has an Estee Lauder Kikay kit and often goes to the SPA with nails not so obviously manicured (literally!). Not strange enough? Try squeezing the word MAN in that description. Not a pretty good site. It makes you want to puke, trust me. I get to work with him five days a week. EW!

On with my sharing.

This was the one thing that I enjoyed doing the most. And it's going to be taken away from me, soon. So I am assuming that this is what they call the maturity leverage for twenty-something yuppies. But no regrets though. Just a little depression that will pass not because I am losing my job. In fact, I was offered a different kind of work by my boss, which was not bad. But it just wasn't my cup of tea, so I had to decline. It has something to do with their printing business, an account executive for the services they offer in offset printing. I am good at the creative department, not in sales. I am not bad in sales though, but I don't enjoy doing it as much as what I had done in the publishing business.

If only there were more people involved in this magazine, more people for distribution of workload and specialization in a specific field, we could have gotten a couple of advertisers and it could have gone off smoothly. But we have to make do of what we have, the end doesn't justify the means. Whatever that meant, I am sure it's well suited for this situation.

I'll survive. I'll live. I'll move on, that's for sure.

I am 22 now, what a shocker!

Enough of my sentiments, that was so 21-year-old-ish. I am now 22 years old, soon to be part of the mid-20's work force (that doesn't get me excited at all, mind you). I hope I won't inherit the receding hairline, the lines on the forehead and the mid-life crises most people get from that dreadful state anytime soon.

Good thing our family descendants don't get bald easily. Otherwise, toupees like Eddie Gil's will sure make my life a hell on earth. NO pun intended to those toupee fanatics. It's genes, what can I say.

Anyhow, I am 22 years old now. I just hope I maintain the right path I am taking!

Cheers!

My Life Ahead...a year older

As I am working at this blog of mine, I am now counting the minutes left from my not-so-boring life I have had for the past year.

I guess this is my way of putting everything into account - what I had accomplished, what I had failed to do and what I would have wanted to achieve the day I reached my legal age last year. Everything I did and everything I had failed to do, were never important. Just the old same existence, same old, same old. But not boring.

I learned. I failed. I truimphed.

I might have experienced the most trying time of my life last year, but also, I have had my share with laughs and spoonfulls of hard-earned lessons.

I quit jobs. Was in between jobs. Turned down offers. Got some interesting calls from head hunters and I would say it was a year to mark to date. Not only was I able to get myself in perspective but also was able to figure out what I wanted in life in the next couple of months ahead, I think. :P

And now, with minutes away from another level of maturity, I would have to sit down again and open that Pandora's box - put things into perspective and get on with my life a step higher.

As I embark on a new journey, new life and a better me, I think I am so ready with what life has to offer me again this year. I am up for the challenge.

I am no longer a sheep, I am a shepherd now, seeking his worth and his dear existence - trying to figure out my life ahead. :)

Most Stressed Candidate...ME!!!

If you're working in an industry where delineation of tasks are not defined and clearly set up for each job designation, you might probably end up like me - stressed but happy, and overworked but contented.

In an industry where people seem to be in a rush to meet deadlines and get advertisers to say the least, and not to mention multitasking at its best, I couldn't help but wonder - Is it worth the hassle?Is it worth the effort?Is it worth my time?My hardships?MY OH-SO-PRECIOUS me?

I don't mind at all to be the busy bee sometimes (but lately, it's all the time, hehe), because I get to experience life in a totally different light and grandeur. NOT so many people like to be in such a predicament. But what can I say, it's for my own personal gain and merit. They wouldn't be calling masochistic people for nothing! :P

Seriously, stress as I am, I am not in any way affected. It's just stress. I don't wanna end up crying for help in a mental institution or getting to shout at someone out of an implusive behavior caused by some silly stress!