Weary Days

While riding on the jeep on my way to work, I was thinking and deeply contemplating on what would I do to encourage my self to get up and force myself to work with things that for once never interest me. An administrative task bores me! Just seating down here, waiting for the water to boil (I mean seating down doing nothing during the official hours of work) only to realize that there are a lot if things to prepare but I can’t proceed because there is that certain executive who has a problem that he himself cannot solve because he himself is the problem.

Time Management. Focus. Setting Priorities and Goals.

No matter how many times you attend such forums and discussions, if the person concerned does not apply it in the real sense, everything is put to waste.

I blame that executive for the aggravating fact that I could not to go home on the official log out time. That my oh so precious times would be cut down, to think, that they are already exceeding with the number of days of office work, wala pajud ma-kontento!

What keeps me going ,what holds back my spirit and wraps my senses away from fragility is the happy thought that on a Sunday, I get to be with Yotchie and every time I wake up, there is Jash to tickle my stress away of the previous day’s stupid weary hours.

ON THE COOK-OUT ---Was so hurt, guilty and whatever feeling there is… I missed the COOK-OUT! Hope you guys could understand. I went home early Friday afternoon to be with JAsh.. was so tired.. In fact I just escaped from my boss. Went out of the office hurriedly and turned off my phone!

I know sooner or later, I’d see pics and notes of the cook-out posted over at the yahoo group. Please break the news and the chikkas gently. I beg!