I had only four hours of sleep. Then I had to finish an edit that was left hanging yesterday because I was too busy and tired with meetings. I opted to take Grab this morning because I needed to be at the conference an hour before the opening talk and I don’t want to be harassed jumping train stations.
The slide presentation to kick off my intro spiel was wrong so I had to improvise—I got a bit rattled. It was a tricky balancing act keeping within the time limit while drawing out some substantial comments from the speakers but making sure everybody is given airtime. I had to do a lot of quick thinking because I had to adjust by picking which questions to ask while ignoring the rest of what I thought not as important as the main points I want to bring to the table. I had to restate and chop-chop some questions right there and remix.
Problem is my brain is working faster than my mouth.
But at least I achieved the goals I’ve set for myself. I didn’t want to dwell on the flaws of how I handled the session.
I just…want to comfort myself. I wanted to eat chicken rice as self-care.
I just want to get through this moderating thing. It sapped the life out of me.
Then there’s this guy (a source) whom I invited for free to the event. At the end of the day, he had the temerity to “make suggestions for improvement.” What the hell, bro?! I just wanted to get this over and done with and the last thing I want at the end of a tiring day is for someone to bring me down to say I was bad. He could have told me that tomorrow because I had zero bandwidth to deal with that at that hour. You know, after my session I had to do my thing again as a journalist, probing people as I’m asking about so many leads I needed to be verified. I networked to death. IT IS FREAKING TIRING! Then this!
I know I’m overly sensitive right now because of raging hormones and exhaustion.
I had a long hot soak in the tub to relieve my aching legs because I was on my feet all day. Talking nonstop to people. Networking is a bitch when you’re tired and hormonal.