...was punctuated with a breakdown.
Just the sheer amount of things on my plate is enough to give anyone a minor heart attack. It's not so much the work itself, but the AMOUNT of work that kept on coming and coming and coming. It's like the Energizer Bunny (or a porn star - and if you got that joke, you have a really green mind) that refuses to let up. And then I got messages from two work-related things, and I just really had to type out, "I'm sorry, I'm having a nervous breakdown right now" and had to say good-bye because I seriously couldn't handle everything.
And then C. came online and I asked him to talk to me over the phone and I subsequently broke down, crying. And he goes, "Okay, tell me what you need to do." So I recite everything that I need to finish by this week, crying as I went along, and after that, he goes, "All right. How many items was that?"
"Eight," I reply.
"Can I add a ninth?"
"What is it?"
"Do you have a pen and paper?"
I pull up a blank document sheet on my computer. "All right."
"Good." Pause. "Now. Take this down properly. Tuesday, September 25..."
It was only then that I realized he was dictating his ticket details to me. The ticket details I had been asking for for ages. The information that truly, seriously assured me that he was arriving on the day that he said he would, on the time that he said he would, and the plane that was coming over.
And I did obediently type everything down, but I was grinning the entire time and when he was done, he said, mock-seriously, "So can you do that? Submission is in two weeks' time."
I was just laughing all the while.
Work for this week: (arranged in terms of deadlines)
1. Article for Pinoy Village
2. Article for SPEED Magazine
3. CIDA Case Study
4. TS presentation
5. SEAsia presentation
6. ISM readings
7. UPAAS press release
8. Spec Fic 3 deadline
9. Bibliography work
*decides to die*