Sigh. Anyway, next week, two very important people in HR will be on leave, which leaves three people, including me, to make sure things will still be in order when they get back. I will be needing all the positive vibes I can gather.
Weekends have never been as important to me before as they are now. Hanging out in my room despite the heat, most of the times with Elmer, marathoning movie after movie after movie, has been a precious escape from the rigors of work. True, weekends bring their own unique brand of complications in my life, but honestly, these complications are a breath of fresh air compared to the climate-controlled, politics-ridden concerns in the office.
Maybe my only regret, between juggling stuff at work and walking across the tight-rope act that is my personal life, is that I have very little time to write anymore. Hono'o-chan said it best: "There are wants that go deeper, that make your soul ache when they aren't met, that eat away at you until you're nothing but a deep throbbing ache, empty and hungry and desperate."
I might have visited that empty room before, and I my fingers might have touched its cold, cold walls, but I did not want to stay then, so I left, and went back to living a life. I hope I won't have to face the time when I would go back -- and decide it would be better to stay.
