Had a hell of a day today. Lynn
used to have these time stamps at the end of the blog posts, "Posted at the ungodly hour of [whatever time it is]" and it used to crack me up reading "Posted at the ungodly hour of 3PM" or "Posted at the ungodly hour of 6PM."
Anyway, I was in at the office by around 10 AM, which has become quite an ungodly hour for me. I've been coming in to the office usually after watching Eat Bulaga
while having lunch at home, and I usually got home from work a couple of hours after dawn. I loved my schedule, don't make any mistake about it, but it makes coming in at 10 AM such a bitch, especially since it usually means I haven't had enough sleep the previous night.
I had a meeting scheduled with the network's marketing department, and, while I'm not saying that meetings are totally useless, they have a way of draining the life force out of me. Then after a quick lunch, I had another meeting up, so there went another couple of hours for me.
And then about thirty minutes after that, I got a call for my boss that I was needed for another meeting. I was pleasantly surprised though, when I found out that I was needed to discuss a certain project with journalist Howie Severino, since I've always been a fan of his work. I'm a bit psyched for that one, which is just about the only work-related stuff I'm excited about right now (at least that doesn't involve Julia Clarete
And then later, I remembered we still had basketball practice in the evening. I am terribly out-of-shape to begin with, but I hadn't even attended a practice or played since right around our trip to Galera
, which is now almost a month ago!
And our practices our tough. Like earlier, we were practicing our trapping defense, and if a side loses the ball or allows a score, the players had to run suicide sprints. Now, if you don't know what suicide sprints are, there's a reason they're called suicide sprints. So much so that I think my back gave out during practice.
My whole body aches right now, and I'm looking forward to a long, long slumber. Which is too bad, because I've got another meeting scheduled for tomorrow morning at some ungodly hour.