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blessings in dis guy
Today, my faith in God has been rewarded. I applied for a copywriting position at one of Bigfoot’s new projects, itzamatch.com, and I think I’ve got a foot in the door. Another blessing I’ve received is for my free-lance writing. After writing for the reggae fest that’s happening at the end of this week (at the 27th --- see you all there!), Mam Erms has given me another assignment. It’s article about Cebu’s music scene and where three of its prime movers are taking it. I’m excited, I’m invigorated, and I’ve had a nasty hyperacidity attack since last night (Sunday) --- it comes and goes --- I’ve already downed eight Kremil-S’s and this bugger of an ailment still won’t go. But, I’m happy. I’m in excruciating pain, but happy nonetheless.
I’ve handed my resignation letter in and I’ll be leaving CannonCreek two weeks after Holy Week. I’ll be writing for the website and if my time allows, do a little freelance writing on the side. This will mean hell for my schedule and less time for myself and the love of my life, the symbol of utter virginity, the lost cause of the Knights of the Round Table, the lady of the... er, bakery (?), Joyce.
I’m feeling a little okay na. A little melodramatic, perhaps. Who wouldn’t be? I’ve gained a lot of experience in terms of writing and copyediting, and I’ve learned a lot about the “business world,” so to speak. I’ve learned a lot about what it means by being in a team where each individual counts on each other for support and help when it comes to finishing the job --- a different kind of team spirit. The kind that you don’t learn about even if you’ve been in a varsity team.
I’ll miss them. I’ll miss Martin, Joe, Louie, and Alvin (my smoking buddy). I’ll miss Berna’s high-pitched screams in the dead of the afternoon --- the way it pierces your sleep-deprived mind --- it’s even better than caffeine! I’ll miss Eyean and Werby, with the long monosyllabic conversations we all had, interspersed with an occasional two or three-syllable word (laughing doesn’t count, nor do onomatopoeic words). I’ll miss Monday lunches because... well, Mondays are usually dull, and the most difficult days to wake up to. Whoever thought of Monday lunch should be made a saint. A saint for all Monday lunches.
I’ll miss Gagamboy, T-Back (who’s pregnant, again), Forrest, Simba, Shaggy and that other new brown ascal that sauntered into the NO-Parking-On-The-Driveway Cafe one workday afternoon.
I’ll miss getting email about the most curious discussions. Nobody knew when or how it started, but the Morning Ritual discussions were milieus where the lot of us at the office was able to bond, and forget that we worked in a virtual environment and on virtual newsletters (Louie, I think, was the one who first started calling it as such). It was something real for many of us, and even a way for us to communicate our ideas and ideals to each other, even though we were shy and introverted in the real world.
I’ll miss working on CannonCreep script and all the other stories our Round Table Lunch Group concocted for the most important reason of all: No Apparent Reason (at all!)
I’ll miss them. I’ll miss you all.
[5:15PM, 22 March 2004]
[AS OF THE BLOGGING OF THIS PIECE, THE FREELANCE WRITING FELL THROUGH. DAMN.]
