No, this post will not be about the book. Rather, the title expresses what's brewing in my mind. I'm close to either being suicidal or a murdering vengeful psycho. Why? For the past weeks I find myself working until 10PM and on weekends. Yesterday, I find myself at a post-house and a CG studio, after coming from church. It was a Sunday. A bloody Sunday. God rested on this day, and I was working. I am breaking a commandment here. This job is making me evil.

So why are we working on a Sunday? Because the blasted marketing head of this brand scheduled a leave. A one-week leave right smack into the middle of when offlines and other critical plans are supposed to be approved. So here we are fast-tracking everything like crazy. While she's off vacationing somewhere, we're left toiling in shit.

All my bosses are out on a conference again. It's not fun. I'm going to be dealing with all the clients. Argh. If only I could teleport myself from one venue to the other. I have no idea how I'm going to survive this week. I've got a big presentation to this marketing honcho that I really could've used some seniors' help on. But well, they're up in the air by then.

It's not that I don't like what I'm doing. Accounts work isn't that bad. This is just so damn unhealthy, it's making me get second thoughts. I don't know what's wrong. Is it me? Is it the brand? The company? Sigh. For now I'll just have to grin and bear it. Pray that I do.