"Dili jud ko mopareho sa akong papa na sige lang work na nakalimot na naa syay anak", I mumbled after leaving office at 9pm. i could have worked later than my father did but its isaiah's birthday. more, i promised greta. i could have not murmured emotionlessly against my father without the promise but i already made one less the pirated dvd collection of Shrek as a gift to Greta's favorite nephew.
its an overaching work because Gerry doesnt give overtime pay. unless you love your job. and i do with, of course, fragments of stressful work realities.
so to Jenny (no, the other Jenny), i am not accumulating more wealth by overworking. i just love my work and excited to temporarily take my boss' usual task in big events - show off a powerpoint presentation of our project. this time, i made my own. simpler and more honesty. Thanks Seth Godin!
im close to Mintal and finally rid off the evil murmur. my father overly worked for us to live better than he did. but still im not dispensing the thought of stopping overtime work. As for Red, you are not productive if you work beyond 5pm. "Para lang, manong!"
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