ive never been this busy and loaded with work since i left the comfort of my school. the number of projects (events, theatrical releases, ppv's, etc) ive handled with my boss is just incredulously disproportional with my tenure at abscbn m.e. but what the heck, even if i breathe pressure instead of oxygen, work for 15 hours a day and even at my days off, and be haunted by deadlines in my dreams, and be an events specialist / kargador / messenger / crowd control / handler / flyering staff / editor / lagarista / writer / shock absorber / troubleshooter / f.d. / PR practitioner / alcoholic / etc / etc / etc all athe same time, im persistently being conscious about keeping my zeal, for this job is what ive prayed for and what other people envy of me. and it is but rare that someone gets to have a job where your bosses drag you for drinks during weekdays and eats a cheap but reliable 8 dirham meal with you.
among all the projects ive handled, so far this event im (we're all) prepping for is the most ambitious and has been causing me the most physical, mental, emotional, and social exhaustion. id rather not put reasons for my statement in to detail for i may never end. but this event is my baby. and my maternal instinct is just becoming so sheer, that i may have a heart ache when my baby would give up on me sooner or later.
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