
… I don’t want work travels anymore. I dreaded booking my flight and hotel to HK, where I will be attending a week-long training. Last night, I picked the same hotel I stayed in last year because that’s the nearest one within the budget range our office allows us. I mean, I just chose the path of least resistance because I no longer want to complicate my life.
Maybe it’s because I know my boss will be there. Work travel is not fun anymore.

I’m finally done with the car registration. I was supposed to do that last Tue but all smoke emission testing centers are either closing for the day (they have car limits) or had connectivity issues. Of course, without the test, I couldn’t register my car. 😑 Wasted fuel driving back and forth.
While I was on the road, I was managing a coverage of a press briefing with two reporters under my management and this was critical to the series that we had been writing about. When I got back to my desk, I got my fingers cracking and dove in.
I still have it—I’m still sharp. Still ahead of the pack.
You see, this is why I’m still in this job despite my boss being… I’m still good at what I do. My adrenalin is still pumping when I know I’m doing something well.
