Workaholic at 21

This morning, on my way to work, I realized that I haven’t been giving the boyfriend some quality time lately. Also, I haven’t spent one whole day at the house and just bum around with my siblings. I look at my blog posts and most of the recent entries are of my commuting nightmares and obligatory shopping adventures. So all this made me wonder, what the heck have I been doing the past few weeks!? Where are the interesting posts? The human interest articles? Things I thought the Earth was made of? There were absolutely nothing imaginative in there. What was keeping me so busy that I don’t even have time to talk to my boyfriend for a couple of minutes?

Oh! Yeah… work.

I work from 9am to 6pm daily. Flexi sched so sometimes I time in at around 9:30 and then leave at 6:30. Most of the time though, regardless whether I timed in early or late, I spend at least 30 minutes to more than an hour at the office. I get to the house around 8 to 9 in the evening. As soon as I get home, I turn on the laptop and start typing articles until 11 or 12 or when I accidentally fall asleep on my laptop.

Then the cycle runs again the next morning. This has been going on for about two weeks now, it started right at the same time when I decided to go on this diet.

Then one of my friends said, “You’re working yourself out too much. What do you need all that money for?”

And the only answer I can come up with was “Wala! Para may pera ako” (facepalm) Anyway, I know that two jobs is a cinch for most people but I’m not that awesome. Somewhere along the way, I felt that I needed rest. Today is that day actually. After spending some quality time with the boyfriend today and trying to make up for the time I kind of neglected him because I was working almost everyday, I suddenly felt like I was a sack of potatoes. A sack of rotten potatoes.

Maintaining this blog is another thing that adds to the responsibility pile. I’m getting tired.

Don’t get me wrong though, I love my job. Both of them. I also love to write. I love what I do in the morning and what I do in the evening and the fact that I get compensated for things I love doing is already a dream to me. But then I realized for myself that the titles Wonder Woman and Darna were already taken.

I remember breaking up with one of my boyfriends because of something like this. He was working everyday and even on weekends and I felt like I wasn’t powerful enough to urge him to spend at least a day or even two hours with me. I found it unfair and I usually bitch about it. Then came the time wherein that sick feeling at the pit of my stomach urged me to break up with him. Heh. It’s funny (and ironic) that I’m actually starting to understand him now.

So… I better adjust my time management skills before I lose the people I care about.