I’ve been ‘away’ for months, I know, but that’s what happens when things change. Don’t worry though. Things haven’t changed for the very best or the very worst. Sakto lang.
Relationship-wise, The Boyfriend and I are doing well. We (ie. me) still have the occasional screaming match every 20 something days or so but he’s trying to get a handle on things (ie. his sanity). It was touch and go there for a bit when he went back home for Holy Week and came back to find himself almost without a job as LatAk Client can get PMS-y as well.
Scene: Inside Mah HoMY, late for work, on the phone.
Me: OMG I’m so late for work fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUCK!!!
The BF: It’s fine, you can be late a little bit.
Me: No! NO! This is all YOUR FAULT!
The BF: My fault?? How is a traffic jam MY fault?
Me: I don’t know! IT JUST IS!!
The BF: Okaaay ..
Me: (more profanity) That’s it! Maybe we should just break up then!
The BF: What?? We’re breaking up because you’re stuck in traffic?
The BF: Okay. I think this is the point where I tell you that we’re going to talk again when you’re not like this and you’re thinking clearly.
Me: NO! YOU *WILL* KEEP TALKING TO ME!!! *starts crying, throwing shit in the car, denting dashboard, deforming steering wheel*
The BF: (internally) WHAT. THE. FUCK??
Other than this ^^ occasional scene, we do fine. The Boyfriend is STILL trying to get used to the night shift. He’s been at it for a couple of months and it’s still a trying time. We try to do the usual workaround when I’m on day shift: I wake up at 6, so does he, he makes me coffee, I get ready, spend 5 minutes with him, high-five, and I’m out the door. I come back from work, wake *him* up, make him coffee, he gets ready, we spend 5 minutes, high-five, and he’s out the door. Romantic, I know.
I’m clocking in three months at the new job (#YeMA for all my Twitter (twitter.com/uneditedmara) followers out there) that has a STRICT punctuality policy (that I’ve been able to somewhat adhere to). Thank you, thank you. Hold the applause, please. Other than my occassional tardiness, things have been going well. I’m slowly adjusting to new people and new operations and haven’t fucked up too much for anyone to notice. Yet.
This week, a big boss from the US is coming to visit and hear about the first and second quarter operations. We’re shitting bricks as we speak. It’s a big deal for the Manila Studio but I’d like to think it’s not because when I do, that usually gets the best of me and I start to feel faint and throw-uppy.
(When I haven’t shaved in a few days)
Over the weekend, I’ve had to try to switch from night shift to day shift mode and IT. IS. KILLING. ME. I have to take a handful of vitamins for fear of just dying in the middle of the Studio and being hauled into the garbage chute. I’m disposable so I need to get my guard up. I also had to do a little sum’in sum’in on the sideline for a friend, so it’s kinda stepped on the toes of readjusting my body clock. But money’s money so I can’t complain much.
Life or something like it
Now that I’m going back to normal working people hours, I expect to see a lot less of The Boyfriend and a lot more of my friends. I have to go back to #QuizNight and show my face, my intelligence not so much. Also, attend to other things such as ENROLING THE IZ, which I still haven’t done. #PHOTOFINISHER Speaking of The Iz, she’s away on a 2-week vacation at the province. I figured she should at least know what dirt looked like. She’ll be back in time for the first day of classes and I assume things will go back to (next to) normal status.
But as for me, I stink like a bag of dead turtles so I gotta go shower now. So … smell ya later?
PS. I’ve missed you, guys.