Tell me, why is that my ex-manager, YKK, and people from her country are insufferable? Ah yes, there are too many Tiktok videos about that. They call us jungle Asians. They look down on us.
She killed two of my stories that I nearly died for from the conference last week.
Imagine, YKK couldn’t understand what is in-house financing and why it charges interest up to 45% while bank loans are at low single digits?! Loans are loans, she said. But but but…Don’t they have in-house financing in their country? 🤦🏻♀️ I complained to my colleague and he found on the internet that yes they do have in-house financing in their country. So why doesn’t she know what in-house financing is and the reason why it carries more risks for the lender? That’s the whole point of the story!!! She doesn’t get it.
Then in the third story, which was written by my ditzy colleague, YKK accused me of pulling back what my source said. I pointed out to her that my source did not even confirm one vital info, my colleagues’ sources could not confirm, and yet this is the angle that this story is pursuing? This is the reason why I said we should shelve this because it is standing on stilts.
Why is it even my fault that the story is such a mess? It’s not even my story.
Then I asked my colleague, why is that when I have encounters with YKK, I feel like I’m stupid, worthless, and I don’t deserve to be here? My colleague said, she doesn’t like you.
Well, I have already established that. That’s the main reason why I quit being a manager of my team—she doesn’t like me and she crushed me everyday. The week before I flew to Kuala Lumpur, I wanted to jump off my balcony because I felt so trapped.
I don’t like her either. She makes me feel inferior and thinks I don’t have the brains for this job.
It’s a constant battle with her all the time.
Last Sunday we went out to have lunch in a restaurant several towns away from us to celebrate my nephew’s birthday.
I had too much sugar! I felt so sleepy after that I had a two-hour “nap” before going to church. That’s how sugar affects me these days.
Speaking of sugar, my endocrinologist said my HBA1C is fine, it even went down by 0.1 pt. He said our goal is to keep it within pre-diabetic level or even reverse it. But it’s not going to happen in three months so I don’t have to worry.
What worried me were my palpitations and I asked if those are the side effect of Dapagliflozin. He said no, and checked if I drink too much coffee. I said no, I’m not a coffee drinker because it keeps me awake all night. He then ordered me to have a 24-hr Holter monitor to check if and why I have arrhythmia.
I also asked should I be worried that my WBC is constantly high? He said I don’t have infections and other signs that could point to reasons why, so if I’m worried about lymphoma or other blood cancers (because an uncle is in palliative care for it now), I should check with a hematologist and get an endorsement from my gynecologist.
Good thing that my younger sister’s best friend (the one who connected us to PGH for Twin A’s medical problems two years ago) is a hematologist. She told me yes my WBC has been elevated for a year now but it’s not that high enough to point to lymphoma.
So it must be stress. As I wrote above, the editor from the land of bubblegum pop, is causing me so much distress.
I know I’m being a hypochondriac now but my grandfather and aunt died of cancers that are curable because they didn’t catch it early. It was too late by the time these were detected. I don’t want to subject my children to so much grief and strife just because I was negligent.
We’re going to pack clothes for donation to the victims of the Cebu earthquake. My kids have been culling clothes that don’t fit or they no longer want to wear and preparing for future donation opportunities because we know we have yearly disasters.
I always teach my children empathy and charity towards all living things.
I was chatting with my Cebu-based friend and asked how he and his family are faring. Good thing they’re ok but he said the northern part of Cebu island is struggling because they’re still having strong aftershocks. I told him it’s like deja vu, because I was talking to him in 2013 and asked him to be my eyes on the ground when I was still with my old TV network. I couldn’t fly ro Cebu and Bohol then because we used our local correspondents for that.
Some colleagues from foreign news agencies are now deployed to Bogo, Cebu. I’ve traveled and stayed in northen Cebu twice some years back so more or less I know how the terrain looks like.
My reporter’s itch is nagging me but I know I’m past that. I may no longer able to sleep in tents to cover disasters.