Monday, October 18, 2004
the art of murder
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.
dezphaire strapped in @ 10:55 AM
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