10-Minute Warning XXXII

Today was very productive at work. I finished 4 billings before lunch time and did a few things an HR staff would do. Good job, self!

In the afternoon, someone reached out to me on LinkedIn. She was asking if I’m looking for a job opportunity as a web/graphic designer, and I said yes. I sent my resume and we agreed on a time for my job interview (which is tomorrow). This is my 1st job interview this 2023, and I’m nervous yet excited. Wish me luck!

Tonight, the entire family and I went to this lovely Italian restaurant to celebrate Father’s Day. I was not able to book a reservation before the actual Father’s Day (which was yesterday), so we settled for tonight. And how was the food? The pizza, pasta and steak were good! I think my favorite would be the Burrata & Culatello? (I hope I got that right.) And if I didn’t get anxious and I didn’t overthink in the middle of our dinner, I would have enjoyed the food more. Damn it, brain.

Anyway, belated happy dad’s day to all the fathers and father figures out there – most especially to my Father, who is the most hardest-working and strongest-willed person I have ever known. I love you, my dad… more than you know.

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10-Minute Warning XXXI

So, what can I share here in under 10 minutes?

What a tiring day. I woke up before 8am, and it was a forceful wake-up. But I had to wake up and do my morning routine quickly to join Mother and Father on their weekly visit to a significant client. After the said visit, I tried to take a nap in the car – something that I always fail at. (I have never had a satisfying car nap.)

The sleepy feeling somehow went away after having fried rice and dumplings for lunch. While we were eating, I found out that Mother and Father had a hard time sleeping last night. It looks like we are all having a good afternoon nap later… but I didn’t. At least my parents got their nap after coming home, and I’m happy for them.

As I type this, it’s exactly 11pm. The more I type this, the more I become sleepy. It’s weird because I haven’t taken my medicine yet. And speaking of medicine, I skipped my meds again last night because I ran out of them. I still feel a bit shitty after more than a week, and now I’m worried I will feel worse. Oops.

Let me sleep now.

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10-Minute Warning XXVIII

I have been feeling shitty for a week already. Thank you, my Dispatch and my journal, for making me remember to count the days. And today, that shitty feeling became worse because of something I did.

I can’t tell the long story, the specifics. All I can say is that I did something that is not really a big deal, but then I looked back at what I did and thought, “I think I fucked up.” I don’t know if (option A) my anxiety is just messing with me or (option B) if I truly fucked up. If I were to pick the lesser evil, I hope for option A.

I haven’t told my family about my current mental predicament. I may have told 2 friends about it. I think I should open up to my family soon – first, my brothers, and then my parents. I think they deserve to know.

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