after i returned from mexico, my boss assigned me to do 40++ proposals for a mexican subdirector.
she only gave me a week to prepare while she gambles in her las vegas getaway. see the social inequality here?
anyway, for that week i have been working for 14 hours daily. no joke. it's really that hard.
and when the big day came, i was tasked to be an interpreter and i was jittering all througout the 6 hour meeting! must be from all fatigue, stress, anxiety, and lack of breakfast.
and i haven't packed yet for my moscow trip! i was supposed to fly the following day, and i haven't cleared out my tasks, even more prepare the things that i need.
i met up with my good friend maia (kristine hermosa is her niece, wala lang) and we had our dinner at taco loco. we burned a few sticks til midnight, and i asked her if we can go to a bar for an hour just so i can release some stress. i wanted to dance.
she willfully agreed and before we know it, we were at the bar til 5am dancing our stress away! while i was getting carried away by the upbeat songs, i quietly recounted how many hours i've got til i fly. i was like: ok you have 20hours left - 4 hours to sleep, 2 hours to pack, 5 hours to go back to the office, etc etc.. im such a freak.
hay.. work hard, play hard.
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