Despite my negative feelings towards my company, I’m still working like a dedicated employee. I had calls, wrote a scoop, then drove to Makati for a meeting with a source who flew to Manila earlier this week.

As my sister said, do not let your reputation suffer just because things are going awry. I have to be a good and reliable journalist until the very end. I don’t want temper tantrums now to haunt me in the future. Keep my dignity intact. I’ll never know who I will cross paths with again in the future. Don’t burn bridges.

While waiting for the world-infamous traffic jam to ease, I browsed around the nearby mall. I saw Art Bar. I couldn’t help myself… 😭

My toxic trait is I keep buying expensive tools for my hobbies, thinking I have time to indulge in such. 😶 Like this brush is more expensive than my dinner tonight. 🤦🏻‍♀️

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I worked late into the night yesterday, digging through stats upon stats to prove my point. I crafted an action plan to save our asses. While other bureaus also have issues, the most affected is my own bureau because 1) they don’t understand the region; 2) they don’t care to understand the region; 3) the overlords in the west think what works for them would work globally. Fucking hell no.

I worked on the stats, all the metrics, and analysis this morning but our APAC boss could not understand why Southeast Asia is like that. I had to explain clearly why. Good thing I always talk to our readers and a host of other people who are wheelers and dealers in our midst so I have a good grasp of what’s going on.

At the same time, I was chasing two stories, blasting emails and four of my messaging apps were open so I can ask around. I have yet to draft those stories. On top of that, I had to edit stories from different parts of Asia.

And I got blasted again by my manager for directly emailing our public speaking trainor, asking her if there are available trainings because I will be hosting our event once again in April. My manager said, next time she has to be cc’d in all communication I would be doing. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I said I just responded to our trainor’s email sent in September, when she told me to email her back when the turmoil has died down (my daughter’s health issue—at that time I wasn’t sure yet if it was TB or cancer). Prior to her email in September, I had reached out to her because at that time I had to explain why I cancelled my trip to HK and skip the training.

Why is it that everything I do is wrong?

I’m staying for a bit because I haven’t found a viable alternative employment yet. The interviews with other companies have dried up. They have found people to fill in the positions I applied for/interviewed for because I stubbornly stuck with this job, thinking things will settle down and would be alright. Because I genuinely like what I’m doing.

And because I’m a single parent, I can’t just quit. I have bills to pay, children to send to school.

I just have to grin and bear it until the right job comes along.

In the meantime, I just have to do my best to make it smooth sailing for the rest of my team.

I want to cry. I’m super tired.

I am not losing my job, I just hate our parent company. The feeling is still the same as the one conveyed below:

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I told my manager that if management pushes through with their plans that they have wanted implemented since last year, then I would be leaving. I told her I’ll be looking for another job.

If they push through with it, then the 10 years I devoted to the company were not appreciated.

I need to devote my time to finding a new job or finding freelance gigs that would allow me to earn more than my fixed income now.

It’s hard.

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As the military guys would say, making the bed would be your first accomplishment of the day, which would start the ball rolling. It would also discourage WFH people like me to lay on the bed because it would get ruined. Plus the view of something neat and orderly would keep my mind clear and not be distracted by the chaos of hastily strewn pillows and sheets/duvet.

A neat workdesk would also help me have a clear head while I forge through my tasks, most of which are back-to-back calls today.

One of those calls would be with my manager and another one with our APAC boss…

Keep my temper/motions in check…

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I had dinner in Nuvali with one of the veterans “of the other side of the fence” earlier tonight as he consulted me about several things. One of which is a sort of social impact and sustainability projects that he wants to pursue before he dies. So I promised him I will connect him to some of the key people in my network in the academe plus my mom. And another is the Aeta community that I had been helping together with a fellow journo. I already told Ayala Foundation about this one but I have to devote time on this so that I can connect them and help them chart the future of the collaboration. I have to make that trek to Tarlac one of these days.

Along the road while I was driving to Sta Rosa, I was thinking about how to lie low from my current job. I realized that if management is successful in changing my grandfathered contract, then all my stress and frustration are not worth it. I am thinking of just stepping down from my managerial position and just go freelance with them and do other things. Now the question is, can I afford to have variable income every month when I am sending two kids to a private school for the next five years?

But I’m enjoying the journalism aspect, I said. It is facsinating to learn about new things everyday.

But at what price must I pay for staying, this friend asked me. The fact that you got hospitalized last month for too much stomach acids due to stress and unhealthy living is already a sign that you have a lot on your plate, he said.

Needs a lot of reflection.

I should have done my prayer and fasting two weeks ago as my week-long meditation exercise to start the year right.

I wish to spend the rest of my days reading and being surrounded by books all the time. Imagine that, your job is to be surrounded by books.

Because right now I want to quit my job because of the changes to our contracts that they would want to implement.

There’s an ad from my university, from my college, in the department that where I came from, which says they have a tenure track faculty position. I know I fit very well but it would kill me. It would slash my income by half or more, I would be checking papers (the most detestable thing), and I won’t be able to practice journalism anymore.

I know I’m just considering this because it is a knee-jerk reaction to the email I got from our head of APAC this morning.

Angry is an understatement.

Weekend is ruined. I need to go hiking today.

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And this is what I meant when I say you will feel when you are the “wrong kind of Asian.”

I’ve had several of those. Sometimes, I want to punch them in the face and make their noses bleed but my mother raised me to be a civilized human being so that always wins over my more Neanderthal tendencies.

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Take a hike, I said. Hike I did.

It took me an hour to climb up and make a loop in the upper campus and walk down to the lower campus. About 5,000+ steps and 200+ calories burned.

I started late, at exactly 4 pm so it was a bit dangerous for me to go deeper into the forest through the rougher trail. Dangerous in the sense there could be malaria/dengue-bearing mosquitos or poisonous snakes lurking in there.

When I was going up, I passed by the older faculty housing, many are empty and in various states of disrepair.

A long time ago when my parents were lowly instructors, they applied for faculty housing but the slots were full. They were at the end of a long list. So my parents resorted to extreme saving to build a small house far from the university campus. It was a bungalow about 100 sqm. It initially had two rooms but father had it extended to build a room for my brother. The neighborhood was ghetto but we had a very good childhood there.

Maybe it was a good thing we didn’t get the faculty housing because the upkeep of the yard was tedious. If you don’t cut the grass for a week, it will become a jungle fast. Plus snakes. Lots of snakes. Public transport was also a pain because only a few jeeps ply that road. Students that lived in the dorms in the upper campus had to hike up or down to attend classes in the main campus.

I imagine it’s hard to have a proper garden in the middle of a rainforest. I had been a regular in one of the houses like these because my piano teacher lived in one. For years, I had to go up the upper campus on Saturdays for my lessons either via jeep, if I’m lucky, or rode at the back of my father’s large motorbike, or I hiked. After piano lessons, I would knock on the door of my elementary best friend’s front door whose house was just further down the road.

Anyway, after my upper campus hike, I walked around the park and walked to the usual road I took for my regular afternoon walks.

In total I walked more than 8 km for less than 2 hrs at a leisurely pace.

Quite satisfied with my exercise today. My head cleared up a bit and I am not going to quit my job yet.

It has only taken me less than 1.5 hrs to reach Makati yesterday afternoon or reach home early last evening. It’s astonishingly fast compared to my travel time from QC to Makati before when I was still a city girl, which can range from an hour to 2.5 hrs for less than 20 km. 🤦🏻‍♀️

After my meeting, I window-shopped a bit in Greenbelt 1 and saw this book in a second-hand bookshop:

I already have this book but I took a picture to send to a journo friend who was asking people on Instagram for book recommendations that are non-fiction. I sent her the directions how to find this shop. I told her that this is a good autobiography as it was set against the changing China…from Tianjin to Hong Kong. This is the story of her grandparents to her own journey as an immigrant in the US. I had a glimpse of how the wealthy of Tianjin and Shanghai lived in late 1800s until WW2 broke out. This is the story of how they escaped communist China, how people made money in Hong Kong, and how the territory transformed from a backwater in southern China to an economic powerhouse that it was to become. Adeline was a medical doctor but found solace in literature—reading to survive the loneliness of childhood and later writing books to heal herself as an adult. It was beautifully written and I had shed a tear or two at the end.

While I didn’t buy books (because I still have tons in my bookshelves that I must finish), I became weak and bought myself a new pearl necklace. South Sea pearls… 🫠 Why? Oh dear why? I justified my purchase by telling myself I will be attending an event at the central bank next week so…😂

Ah well. I shaved off the guilty feeling by telling myself that I’ve been investing every month in various instruments for years so I can be forgiven for indulging myself a little bit 🤣