Towards the end of 2016 I found myself in a melancholic state. (Enter background music here.) It could’ve actually been depression if I were to describe it straightforwardly. Now, I’m not getting into the drama here, but it did happen. For months I had nothing to do for our team; I was instead tasked to assist someone from another team on a minimal scale and study an ITSM tool which I believe won’t be used by the organization anytime soon. Things got worse when our boss left and our team was dissolved, leaving everyone “floating” (well, that’s what I felt). Even worse was around that time, my college folks, who were my regulars, moved back to the province or started working overseas for good. (I know, I’m in no position to complain because of the mere fact that I have a job. But it just gets frustrating when you go to work everyday doing almost nothing. Where’s the sense and fulfillment in that.) The death of a college roommate also added fuel to the fire. Such dark times. (Yeah, like when Voldemort came back.)

Come 2017 and I found myself in the company of a new team. (Aww, did you hear a whimper there?) That’s after pursuing vacancies in other teams before going home for the holidays. From then on things actually started sailing smoothly; my plate was hardly ever empty. And the best part was that in spite of all the distress the previous year served, I was lucky with seat sales, and was still granted to go to places even if I just got on the team.

@simulationelson

Life, as the tagline of this blog goes, is not all beer and skittles. One moment you’re happy and the next you’re devastated. That was a nasty period and it could happen again, and no one can tell when. The important thing is that you shouldn’t shy away from people when it happens. And above all, win any battle against your olden attention span.

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Despite knowing that it’s only natural for an organization to undergo changes, it still came as a shock to me when the sub-teams that will compose the new team department were announced last week. I got transferred, and the job description has become this-is-really-not-what-I-imagined. I know I’m not really supposed to know it beforehand since I won’t be able to do anything about it anyway but… You get the point.

Today’s dinner brought misery upon me. Someone, from the floor which holds the jobs that I think are worth being envied, told me and my teammate how organized and fun their group is. Frustration, in the form of a rusted arrow, shot me in the head as I learned that they are the ones who implement the systems that govern the services the company provides to its subscribers.

Kami-sama, please grant me the strength to move on… By that time, I’ll get back to this post and proofread it. Life is hard, as always. Especially if you’re presenting a dance number tomorrow night.

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Edit: Moving on, because time is in a rush, it’s almost weekend again — rest, which is no more different than being a spendthrift. But after all the things I did last week, it’s best to chain myself up in the house this time.

• Thu: Met up with a high school classmate’s mom (free dinner and booze, of course)
• Fri: Dined at Kangaroo Jack with two college buds
• Sat: Chaotic dinner together with all “sociable” high school classmates in Greenbelt
• Sun: Thought-provoking conversation with classmate’s mom
• Mon: Shared a Starbucks coffee with two postgraduate mates and failed to reach 360 in time :devil:

Holding on to a job is challenging, if I may say. All I’ve been doing recently is account my wage such that I’d still end up with some savings for recreation and emergency purposes. I have already been seriously considering freelancing, so I won’t let loose of Photoshop and web design (aside from earning extra, mochiron).

Tomorrow’s Wash Day, and I’mma wearin’ my hoody again. 😎 (I think I should’ve bought the other size though. :wtf: ) September’s ending already!?

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My talk with the HR employee was so comforting that I could’ve talked to her for the rest of the day. The sad part? I was talking about not getting hired. Upon hearing a word from my fourth language, she gladly told me that it’s okay if we converse with it. Funny how the receptionist added, “I’ll just go out, so that you two could talk. I bully him, y’know.” It would’ve been nice, actually, but I think it just won’t work out in the end. Sayang… I never went out with them.

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Last Sunday’s homily was a good hear that it made me sit up straight and eradicate all the result-of-poor-attention-span thoughts floating within the vicinity of my head. It cited how we, as humans, tend to find companions. True enough, the example was what happened to me when I woke up that day after burning the midnight oil. No one was home, so I was eager to find some place to find comfort, to eat, to rid the licking loneliness that desires to be sucked in. What aroused me most amidst the priest’s words was the example of going to the disco with the real intention of finding someone to be with…

Sleepless nights were relived as I and my team rumbled with overnight shifts finishing projects in our last week at school. It was such a wonderful thing one of us had her abode good for workplace. A company visit and employment exam the next day did not stop us. Amazing Race? Hell, yeah! I was eager to go out that day, but everyone seemed to have been drained early.

The second project demonstration surprisingly turned out good. What just annoyed me was the fact that it was our group that was chosen to present for the final presentation in the presence of the so-called indushtry folks. “Annoyed” could be read on my face on the day of the presentation that my group-mates had to tell me over and over to just get over it. It was crap, for the love! And it even took away my birthday from me! Dang. Thank God TriNoma’s Aveneto saved the day… But what the fuck! I walked Novaliches in a semi-formal attire under the fucking pouring rain! 22nd birthday? Never had the slightest feeling it happened.

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