Monthend Count

The monthend has always been ... special for me. It has always been exciting, to say the least, and this month is no exception.

Rather, this one is more special than the rest owing the fact that the heavy rains mere hours ago has prevented me from going out of the office to travel to the store, where I conduct the monthend inventory count.

It's already 7.30pm and I'm still here, the latest I've gone before was 6. What troubles me is the amount of inventory I'm supposed to count tonight, today being stocks delivery day for the stores.

I'm guessing I'm going to finish the count by 3 or 4am at this rate.

--- update ---
It did seem the flood would never abate. The rains subsided, but the rainwater did not go down quietly. I got out of the office near 10pm and went to the store. Hungry as we were, we ate first before doing any actual count. It was good of my Kitchen Manager to have performed a pre-count during my office vigil; thus shortening the count that would have lasted till morning.
As it was, It was an easy count, and I was able to go home by 3am.

The Bibliophile Strikes Again

I did all I could. I used up all the self-control I could muster. But the sweet aroma of crisp, clean paper mingled with adhesive was just too hard to resist. And the promise of a discount was urging me; urging me to come hither.

It was all my Sunday work-mates' fault I tell you! Dragging me along for lunch at Market! and then driving along Fully Booked, with their 10-meter high billboard announcing up to 90% off. I had no choice but to comply.

And comply, I did; parting ways with Roxas and Aquino, and going home with Pullman and Colfer in tow. Old friends, those two, I've had much dealings with them in the past. I've laughed at their jokes, and sympathized with their plight. And somehow, I just couldn’t get enough of their antics. I had to have more!

Ah! Retail therapy in its most sublime!

Now go away, I’m busy reading.

Song

For years now, I've been looking for that song that would make my life complete. That one special song inside me that would define who and what I am; that would tell my story, and would unravel my secrets. I thought I've found it before, but I guess I was mistaken. I have formalized it in my heart and mind, and was finally mustering the courage to write it down for the world to hear; but then it fizzled. I tried all I could to salvage even parts of it, but the more I try to grasp it, the more I lost it.

I've spent the past couple of years trying to recall it, to revive it; but I guess, it's impossible. You can never revive a song when the words have failed you; when the underlying emotions have gone.

I tried finding my song in all the wrong places, thinking that other writers would be able to fill in the words that was lost; but I'm mistaken. No other writers could hope to finish my song. They may be able to contribute a line or two; at times a whole stanza; but it isn't in them to finish, and to make right. Ultimately, their words lack that magic -- that lasting quality -- that I am searching.

Thus I try to come back to my first inspiration. Unfortunately, lightning never strikes the same spot twice; and my muse have gone away, leaving me in this turmoil.

I'm still looking for my song; the one to make me complete. That melody and verve that will illuminate all secrets; that one Ray of Light that will clear away the absurdities in Life.

I need to look deeper inward to find the music and the words. I need to find my inspiration; The Inspiration; and maybe -- hopefully -- I would get the song right. And be able to enjoy it before my curtains fall...

I so HATE my job right now

But then again, I hate it on a daily basis.

It's just that everyday, my loathing for this job reaches new levels of hatefulness I never thought was possible. I find that everyday, I see more and more reasons to leave; to once and for all move away. And everyday, I get burried in tons of paperwork that acts as shackles forestalling my leave-taking. Everyday, I am further bound to this job by responsibilities beyond measure.

And everyday, I am asking myself why, why WHY! did I ever find accounting to be so interesting in the first place. I could have been successful on a job that entails travelling; or be a hotel and food critic, anything! Getting paid to bitch, rant and complain -- that could have been heaven!

But NO! I'm here, chair-bound, desk-bound, honor-bound to account for other people's money, and it's getting old fast!.

Next time, use MS Word...

Here I am, blogging my life away and feeling proud of the thoughts I've transcribed in the past hour or so, when suddenly, the internet gods decide to piss me off. No particular reason, It's just that you were there.

I click on Publish, and lo and behold! my entry, my 1000-word work of one hour, gone. It doesn't exist. Makes me want to summon my cleaver and hack away at people...

Crap.

I Am Sick!!!

And I hate it!

I totally, utterly, hell-be-damned, hate it!

And good timing this ailment has, hitting me on the busiest weeks of my work-month (on both jobs, the monthend is a total strain). Now, I've piles of paperwork and tons of recon work left hanging, and I don't have the strenght of body, mind and will to hope to finish it.

For the past 36 hours, i've been locked up in my room, bed-ridden, teary-eyed and snot-nosed, and it feels like so much dung has been piled onto me, I can't even stand stright to close my door!

On the brighter side, this sickness has given me a bit of a respite, and I was able to finish reading Anne Rice's Servant of the Bones, which is a good read, full of details, but pales in comparance with her Vampire Mythology.

But then again, work calls, and here I am, rendering overtime (after logging in half-day) just to finish some report needed by my superiors. I don't know how far my overdose of vitamins will be able to sustain me, though. I'm here at work, and all I could think of is playing hookie, and go to the mall to watch (and maybe re-watch) the movies on play. NO, I don't want to go home to my bed, I've been tied there for the past one and a half day, and I despise its very presence! My night job's being in the adjacent room is also a factor, but we're not discussing that right now (hee hee!).

And so, here I am, on my day job (it's already nearing 10pm, but this is still the day job), lacking the drive to continue working, thinking of going away for my leisure (and health) and not being able to just stand up and leave. And leaving is always at the back-burners of my convoluted mind... Another officemate just resigned, for a better job, maybe, I don't know, and all I could think about is "why am I still here?" Damn it, why do I linger?!?