I went to Cainta to pick up my car at around 2 pm and I was worried that I won’t make it in time before the window closes for those whose plate numbers are banned on major roads today.
Finally, woohoo I got my car!
This meant that I couldn’t do my walk today. Indoor workout it is. 🙄 *sigh*
The usual Monday blues today.
I also went ballistic when one of my reporters hasn’t been submitting stories and attending the weekly calls…because he is in Japan and he didn’t tell me!
He asked for a different contract because he couldn’t keep up with the quota and then he goes gallivanting in Japan. He told me he was taking care of his mom who is critically ill so he wants more freedom.
Then bam! He’s in Japan and I got to learn about it as one of the reporters from another sister publication slipped and inadvertently told me.
I was so incensed.
Then after I had calmed down, I remember him asking for a leave of absence some weeks before.
Now I can’t remember if he filed a formal request.
Still pissed. I searched high and low in my email archives if he filed his request. Nope, he didn’t.
Ok, calm down. Breathe.
Choose your battles. This one is already lost.
Meanwhile, I’m waiting for my bosses to approve my 9-day stay in Singapore in November so I can start booking this week.
Too much bureaucracy.
Ooops! Our global editor popped on MS Teams just now to tell me that once again the company will be publishing one of my stories in the public site since it is one of the most read articles globally in our platform last Friday.
It’s already the second time this month. 🙃
Now I guess they understand my importance to APAC. They shouldn’t paying me peanuts and that they should approve all my requests for travel 😏 As if I’m playing hooky when I travel. 😤
Helllooooooo! I work my ass off and been working harder than others since Day 1.
Ah well.
Let’s see where my patience will get me.
OK, I need to pack my stuff as I will be driving to my hometown and check on the construction progress. I might spend the night there because it’s easier to drive from there to BGC on Wednesday morning.
Had dinner with some bankers and played beto-beto as a way to celebrate this festival. Prior to that, I met some sources at BGC and it has been a very productive meeting for both parties. 😜
It’s 5:30 am and I’m still awake. I had too much iced tea at Seda Hotel. That thing is potent. 🍹
And I just let myself be engulfed by this inexplicable desire to cry. Because maybe I’m tired?
Ah, Megawide has de-risked itself because it plays fair; because of that it is now being eased out of the dirty, regulated infrastructure business of the Philippines. And the best entity to sell to is a Marcos crony—Aboitiz. Group CEO Sabin Aboitiz is super chummy with Marcos Jr so I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes out as the “next Dennis Uy”, the favorite businessman of a sitting president. During Duterte’s reign, Uy was like Pacman, gobbling everything in is his path. Government contracts were his for the taking. Now he is being chased by creditors and is set to sell most of his assets because NONE of the promised support from China pushed through. His telco, DITO Telecommunity, is looking for a buyer for Uy’s stake. The problem is, no one wants to sleep with China Telecom, Uy’s JV partner.
I can’t write such things as straightforward as this but I try my best to inject some of these insights in my stories—but I know I’m pushing the envelope. I take that risk because the investing community should be aware of the political dynamics we have here. That’s a service that cannot be quantified by our CRM but is valuable to our readers, as I was told by some of them.
It has been raining nonstop even in the absence of a typhoon. I feel I’m ballooning again so I need to walk tomorrow or something. I need to be back in shape for a marathon networking in Singapore in November. The big bosses will be flying down from London. And oh, I must bring an evening dress (*OMG I need one that fits me) because there would be an awards night for ***.
Speaking of work, my most senior but least productive reporter told me he would like to step back and have a different arrangement, like a per-article basis freelancer status because he acknowledged that he could not meet his quota.
Now this poses a big problem for me because since top management is NOT prioritizing hiring of new reporters or editors (only a senior North America editor), losing one headcount means it would not replaced. I lose it, then I lose it. As it is, competition in the region is heating up. Other news organizations are finally catching on and realized my niche is lucrative so they’re building up their own team dedicated for this niche.
I cannot lose more people.
I was having back-to-back calls today with my seniors to solve this conundrum. I also need to arrange to have my team fly to Singapore in the first week of December for a year-end training that I would be conducting. 🥴
Because I was preoccupied with admin concerns, I wasn’t able to write again my stories that have been pushed back a couple of weeks and months now. I also need to see a doctor for my left knee that has been hurting now. I don’t know if this is an old football injury that I aggravated during my walks in my hometown the a few weeks ago. I also need to bring Twin I to a pediatrician for her nosebleeds. They’re getting worse now.
How to shoehorn these doctor visits in between all these work pressures? I need to attend a conference tomorrow or on Thursday and I have a lunch meeting with some bankers and another set of bankers in the evening on Friday.
Oh geez and I need to book that resort in Batangas for that beach holiday at the end of the month.
Wait, I still need to follow up my travel arrangements and visa application for Korea.
I need to breathe.
What have I been doing? I don’t know, I haven’t been keeping track. I’m having a hard time finding mental space for all the important things to do. I only have two hands and finite amount of brain cells to balance being a manager for Southeast Asia (which is a lot of work), being a specialized journalist, a mother, and a future homeowner who needs to build her home, and at the same time I must take care of myself if I want to live beyond the age of 42.
I think I’m getting overwhelmed.
I want to scream.
BREATHE. Stop and smell the roses.
Maybe I should cancel that Korea trip. Maybe I just take a week off in October and just go to Palawan to go island-hoping and dive for a week and burn to a crisp.
Yes, I think I should do that.
I don’t think that Korea trip with my friends is that compelling anyway. They’re planning to go to Busan when I haven’t even explored Seoul. 😶 Maybe I’ll just do that next year when it’s less hectic.
I was driving on the way home with our Manila reporter, Kr, when I suddenly had a barrage of friend requests and private messages from strangers over at Facebook.
I thought maybe the ABS-CBN interview aired.
Yep, it aired. And I found that I was so angry and it radiated through the screen 🤣
In any case, my friend said this will be a series of news reports about this issue because she was able to open Pandora’s box. It was bigger than we initially thought.
Meanwhile, I was able to come back to Manila Peninsula to cover a conference so we can ambush interview some C-level execs.
I think we have at least 4 stories from this event alone 👏
Plus we saw friends. Ex-journalists-turned-PR/corpcomm.
All in all, a very productive day with a touch of reunion on the side with many, many, many PR friends.
I just realized that my network is vast. From govt, to private sector, to corpcomm, and academe. From top-down. If I wanted, I can really pull serious strings.
Ah, the exes chose the wrong person to mess with. 😏
But no, I didn’t. I still took an edit and now I’m paying the price. It’s already past 9 pm and I’m still editing a story that needed an overhaul. Stupid me. I exacerbated my headaches.
Why did I take that edit? Because my stupid company doesn’t plan to hire more editors. Because of the Great Resignation, we lost 2 bureau chief/senior editors, 2 junior editor-reporters, and one first editor. They haven’t been replaced. So we remaining editors have been working overtime and if one of us gets sick or goes on holiday, there would be long queue of stories for editing.
No, I shouldn’t be taking on more jobs because the company is being stupid.
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Enough is enough. I’m sick. I’m tired. I shouldn’t be picking up the slack.
I don’t have a fever but I’m inexplicably tired. I wanted to sleep but couldn’t because I spent almost 12 hours sleeping. I couldn’t drive myself to get an RT PCR because my mental faculties aren’t present and I may just kill myself. Home service costs PHP 4,500—expensive for something that is just to confirm/refute the result of my antigen test this morning.
A single, negative antigen test result does not rule out infection. To best detect infection, a negative antigen test should be repeated at least 48 hours apart (known as serial testing).
So I will just test myself again on early Sunday. For tomorrow I will just sleep. I will just order GrabFood for us since Saturday is Ate C’s day off.
This may just be ordinary flu and my body is just signalling to me that I should stop pushing myself too hard at work. My company doesn’t care for me anyway.
I arrived early, about 3 hours before Ayala’s press briefing because I want to savor being out on a not so rainy day. Surprisingly, the traffic was not as bad as I thought it would be. I couldn’t believe I drove from QC to BGC in less than an hour. I guess a lot of people worked from home today.
I stayed in Starbucks near Globe Tower because I just want to hang around the area. It has been a long time since I went out like this and unencumbered by endless stories to edit or stories to rush. I made a few rough sketches while I was sipping my frapuccino.
This is at the corner of 32nd and 7th Avenues and I have some perspective issues. It has been a long time since I picked up a pencil and drew. I made the sidewalk narrower maybe because my sketchbook is narrow. Hahahaha!
He told me that right after we wrote one story when he answered one of our text messages to him, he got a call from one of the big PEs and…he laughingly said “next time I should just say no comment!” 😂😂😂
All in all, today was pleasant, a sharp contrast to yesterday’s headache-inducing hammering from my manager because of something I couldn’t control.
Coffee, cookies, and a chance to sketch again were all I needed to regain my balance.
Should sleep now because in a few hours I will be driving to my mom’s.