I braved the wet roof of my laundry area yesterday so I can peel off the toppled banana trees that were blown off onto my property. I then reinstalled the solar panels of my stairs’ flood lights and cleaned off the debris left by the typhoon. The clean laundry that was hanging to dry was washed again because it got messed by the strong winds and rain. It smelled of fabric that didn’t dry properly 🤢. Since I had to do several cycles, I was doing laundry until 8:30 pm 🤦🏻‍♀️

I’m now back to the daily grind and I’m mentally exhausted already. I didn’t even have time to claim my blood test results because that damned lab hasn’t emailed the results. 😡

While I was in Anilao, I had a dream wherein I was in a room, fretting, full of anxiety because I still haven’t had any story to write. When I woke up, my insides were twisted and my heart was beating crazily. That’s how much I dread returning to work.

So now I’m back. Same-same shit. My Indonesia reporter told me he’s got a job offer from an investment bank. My Manila reporter is not engaging with me because she’s so down because my manager killed her story again. I’m afraid I will lose her and resign soon. I sent an SOS email to our APAC head and asked for a call with her so I can have clarification as to why this is happening.

It is what it is. If I lose them both, it’s no longer my fault and I will pin the blame all on management.

*sigh* 😩

I want to go back here again.