Schizophrenic Thing

My last few blog entries were mainly about me being jobless and a few side comments about it. Idleness is bittersweet.

Now that I’m on a rollercoaster ride with my current job (and my first real job), I just laugh about my idle times. To summarize what has happened to me in the first two months with my employer…

1. I had a few hosting stints that led to my much-fantasized moments of fame. One of my major clients were cops who want to be publicized. Riding a speedy police car every now and then was a lot of fun.

2. Working as a tech support (via phone and in person), semi-accountant, production in charge, and life guard to troubled colleagues is a good and bad thing. Good because I get to feel like I’m working and getting paid, bad because my efforts aren’t proportional to the compensation, ha ha ha.

3. Almost making the attempt to have an AWOL because Philippine Airlines called is sure crazy. Add to the fact that I filed a leave and my reason was “will be having an impact interview with PAL” is more insane (at least at my boss’ end).

4 And finally, after passing PAL’s impact interview was ignoring them as if I never applied. Yeah I backed out and never showed up again. I have my reason and some people think it’s radical. I think it’s insanely sweet:

I felt the meaning of my work when Bañamos 2008 happened. For five straight days and nights the crew and I were busy documenting the whole event. I got to do what I wanted to do, and I got to feel tired because I loved what I was doing and I was unstoppable. I did not study AB Communication for 3.5 years to just let this pass. And I can say that this sweet event is way sweeter than PAL. You tell me, is it insane?

So after Bañamos, I told my boss that I will be staying. Festivals are my life now at work. To assure that I am really gonna stay, I was given a two-year bond, which I gladly accepted, not knowing that I could dread it for as long as I stay there.

There had been major problems in the office, which is why the remaining employees became the all-star relievers of those who left. That includes me, who, at first, knew only of tapings and interviews and media things. I handle four tasks (like everyone else). But people are missing the point that I am not utterly an office person. I go out for field work. But now it’s as if I’m cuffed in my office cubicle bound to do what others left me to do. Hey now,. just this evening, I was taksed to be a travel agent. Hello, Abacus, do I know you? NOT.

So with this schizophrenic job, I am scared of losing the main reason why I am in that company. I just don’t know for how long should I stay like this, but definitely, I’m not liking it anymore.

But hey now, BOND! And festivals!