going badoodles

I have been at the most difficult part of handling my administrative position lately. The pressure is building up every work day and it just feels as if my brain is about to squirt itself out of my skull.

Sometimes i wish i was just dead so then there would be no more stressors to combat with. In the next life, there will be no more phone calls and there will be no more travel agency that works slower than a snail. In there, the fax machine would not have to make me cry just because it refuses to cooperate.

 I have been running around like crazy, engaging the entire country to attend the orientation with regard to the new marketing strategy of the company.

Sometimes, my work makes me feel like i am GOD. Maybe, much more demanding and impatient than GOD.  I have friends from all over the country and i have not even met them, nor have they met me.

It is funny that despite myself, i need to be able to engage into conversations with people whose face i have absolutely no idea of, but i can make them work for me.

Life is beautiful after all…

I have the craziest and at the same time, the coolest career in the world… but with the bulk of responsibility that sits on my shoulder it seems that there is no room for me to make mistakes, much more throw a tantrum and be understood for being a cry baby.

The past two nights have been sore between me and my Bebe. I have been tired as hell and naturally my temper, patience and intellectual capacity to understand has diminished.

We slept on separate beds last night… me with the i don’t care where i sleep as long as i get to sleep attitude!

I lay there sleeping or so pretending to be asleep, listening to the saga of the Pinoy Big Brother Housemates who in one way or another are about to kill themselves while the bebe slept on the big bed.

Maybe i am just too tired to be cute and lovely these days that it didn’t at all matter whether he is angry or not as long as he is home then i can rest in peace.

At 3:20AM, he moved beside me, unmindful of the cold and the lack of blanket to warm himself with.

2 nights of not talking… what is happening to us?

But for the first time in my history as human, that is the sweetest gesture of affection from the man i love the most…