Sunday Woes... or is it?

So it's a Sunday today, and where do you think I am typing these words for my second post?

Believe it or not, in my office, my workplace, on a Sunday.

Go ahead and laugh and cringe, or whatever reaction you get out of my woe; it's not going to make me feel better anyway. Granted, I'm not really finding this whole working on a Sunday thing that annoying and difficult to begin with. Maybe just a little since it pretty much spoils my weekend plans from here onwards but it's my job, and the money has to come in one way or another anyway so that pretty much ends any doubts I might have on the issue.

My parents might have something to say about it still though, since it proves how irregular my work hour is in comparison to my pay. The question of whether the permanent post the upper management here has promised will ever come to light comes up again, and I have to keep my face straight explaining to them it takes times.

Something which I have been telling them for the past few months ever since I signed the forms for it that is. One wonders how I can put up with this for so long, and I have to thank my patience for it. Of course, even my patience has its limits, but then, I rarely reached that limit anyway, except maybe during several LAN gaming sessions with my friends.

So yeah, here I am, working on a Sunday encoding news videos for RTB's website, RTB City while also updating some of the pages on said website. Working in a television station, its also not a surprise why I have Sunday duties. But what's not expected is that in the section I belong too, I am the only who came.



It's a lonely place to work in when there's no one around to make noises. But I improvise by playing music on the speaker system my friend left behind in the office, so I can work with Michael Jackson's Beat It playing over the speakers; me singing to the songs that played is inevitable, if only because there is no one to comment on you singing.



The carpark this morning is also a surprise to me. Normally, the carpark is mostly full of cars; it's not a surprise to see several cars parked already by the time I arrive. But today, for the first time, I see the carpark mostly empty, save for a solitary hatchback, probably someone from the broadcast control room upstairs who I know have to stay and manage the broadcasting of our local television programmes.



It's a sad yet interesting sight indeed, for me at least anyway. I know this is pretty common when there is a holiday but this would be the first time I see it with my own eyes and caught on photo.

And now, I return back to the remaining tasks I have left before I can leave. And once that's done, maybe I can go and have lunch somewhere considering the time. And there is still the family gathering we're having tonight so maybe in my next post, I'll have that posted up.

Until then, dream on and sweet dreams.

Blogging bid me welcome

It's a crisp Friday morning today, I woke up slightly later than usual (read: 7.30 am. My normal work day waking up time is 5.00) because my duty for today is switched to Sunday by my unit head, probably to tutor the new girl at work on the stuffs we do most of the time.

In other words, it's a Friday day off for me, the first in a long time since I started working six days a week several months ago. It's not stressful as it might sound, but I'd admit the almost an hour long drive from my home here in the hills in the middle of nowhere to my office building built also in the middle of nowhere (for now) can be tiring.

But then, I'd feel content having done my job, even though it may not be much for now. And I reward myself with a simple cleansing shower and have my fill of mother's cooking when she does cook.

So what did I do on this fine Friday morning you might ask? Well, this blog wasn't here yesterday, I can tell you that. I blame the many friends of mine who blogs for one, and friends who give me links to other interesting blogs which I read with slight envy. You can have your laugh if you want, it's okay since I'm new to this; just don't get started on how blogging is not new and you'll be safe.

So yes, here I am, setting up my own blog through Blogspot, a choice made because most blogs of other people I read uses Blogspot. With Michael Jackson's 'Wanna be startin' somethin' playing on iTunes, I type these words for all those who cares to read and do whatever it is you people get out of reading others' random (and not random, depending) musings and thoughts.

In between typing this first post of mine, I found time to go around the house and see what's going on downstairs while checking out the whatever my family and friends are doing. Fifi, our not-quite-new-now cat was sleeping on the small table where pictures of me and some of my family members of days long past. I think the fact that the table being so close to the window where the morning sun ray shines helps make a nice, comfy and warm cat nap spot for her.



Interesting creatures cats. Like dogs, when you have one as a pet and accepted as a member of the family, you find it painful when you realize that they come and go in the course of our lifetime, yet their memories always stay with us. I have some fond memories of our first cat; mom brought this small calico kitten home, and I remember vaguely that I watched it with equal part curiosity and fear. I was flat out threatened and afraid by this strange looking creature which I learned was a cat.

Those were good times. I had my fair share of being nice and cruel to cat as I grow up, but now I generally love them all. Fifi is no exception from my love of cats, even if she won't stop seeing me as a threat at times accompanied with scratching and biting my hand every time she and I are in arm's length.

Well, look at the time on my end, I need something to eat myself. Maybe I should blog about stuffs like that one of these days once I get into the this blogging gear. Who knows what I'll blog next, since I'm planning to just blog about anything that comes my way. We shall see together and only time will tell.

Until then.