The past two days weren't pretty. No one wanted to work. Some people didn't even come to work. Some people outrightly refused to do any more work. Now this was really a great thing to have when loads and loads of requirements are due within the day. We worked over the weekend. We're supposed to be granted days off for that. And yet we're working. And the typhoon just made it all worse.

For the past two days, the office declared that people without "sabits" (or urgent work due) can go home early. At 3:00, people were already packing up to go home. Our team couldn't. We had client meetings at 5PM and production meetings until 8PM. It really sucks that you know you're supposed to be home drinking a nice cup of coffee and reading some book BUT -- you're working.

For the past two days, the rain made driving unbearable. Traffic was everywhere. Some areas were flooded. It takes me more than an hour to get home. Same for driving to work. For those mornings I really questioned why I go through all the trouble just to go to work. It really didn't help that the car I was driving was a low-slung Civic.

At least the rain let up today. I don't know if that's a good thing. We're so goddamn tired and dampened. At some point I didn't care anymore. But I have to care. I don't really want to. But I have to. And the saga of this week of hell continues.

The only motivation I have is that there's a promise of nice red pumps at the end. Or a pair of funky boots.