I think I’m ok

Kimchi, my lazy and grumpy cat. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

I think I did ok with yesterday’s one-hour interview. There were four of them and all questions were situational, things that a non-news editor-journo cannot answer well. It was a test of judgment call, whether it was correct or not, depending on the needs and situation. It was also a test whether I would be fit for the role.

I realized during the conversation with them that I wouldn’t have a life. I would be tied to the desk for at least 8 hrs, almost no meal breaks because the job is time-sensitive news. Every second counts. The shift would start at 6 am. πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈThe thing is I am definitely not a morning person. It will really be a struggle for me.

Anyway, the next is the three-hour editing test. I need to block time for that because it’s going to be an intense editing session, methinks. If I bungle this, it’s ok. At least I tried. I hate editing under so much pressure so I will just let go and let this be a learning experience.

Again, I would be giving up so much freedom in exchange for the chance to get away from my manager. So it won’t be that bad if I don’t get this; I still have a job albeit I would have to contend with my manager. The only ways I can stay out of her reach is by 1) asking for a demotion; 2) complain to her manager so that I would be moved to another manager, which would create so much crisis in the newsdesks of APAC; and 3) find another job and resign. I took the easiest route (3) but it’s the riskiest of them all.


Footspa and pedicure for beach-ready feet. Photo by CallMeCreation.com

Doing errands before we leave for the airport at 2 am because our flight to Panglao is at 5:20 am. Considering that this is Terminal 3, all fuck-ups can happen like long snaking lines.