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10-Minute Warning CLXXXIV

I’m still nowhere near my battle station, so what can I write here under 10 minutes?

Today, after running an errand, I dropped by an old workplace (my first this 2025). I visited the office a few times after resigning in 2019, and today’s visit is the most unforgettable one ever.

I can’t describe everything that happened during my visit here on this post; not yet. But during my visit (and I stayed until closing time), I learned that a few people remember me after all these years. My old boss even remembered a tiny yet important detail about me, which totally surprised me. I also found out that somehow, parts of me still live in the workplace. Because of that, I was overwhelmed with joy and I cried a bit, too. (I didn’t cry in front of them, of course; I don’t want people to see me cry.)

Maybe I will talk about it in detail soon. We’ll see. But today has proven that there are people who acknowledge me, and they inspire me to keep going.

Anyway, I still have a few minutes to spare, but I’m ending this post now. Let me enjoy an affogato tonight. See you in the next post!

Edits were made on July 31, 2025 at 5:48pm. I’m not supposed to edit a Minute Warning post after the time pressure, but I felt anxious after noticing many errors way too late. I had to make the edits to ease my anxiety.

10-Minute Warning CLXIX

So, what can I write here under 10 minutes?

I have a few posts lined up, but after a certain discouraging conversation about my mental health from yesterday (while I was trying a different version of my favorite affogato, mind you), I don’t feel like posting them for now. In fact, today, I feel too sad to write, exercise, or even work. (But I had to finish the latter because obviously it’s work.)

Will I be better or at least get over it by this weekend? I really don’t know. Good luck to me, perhaps.

Published on March 12, 2025 at 10:54pm. Minor edits were made at 10:57pm.

Song of the Moment LXXIII: Queen’s “Father to Son”

Today’s work tasks made my head spin because there were too many numbers to deal with. But I endured them all because, after work, I spent some quality time with my Father at Oversight. My Father had an espresso and, because their affogato is still unavailable, I had an iced mocha.

Whenever I’m alone with my Father, he always talks about how he grew up poor and how he gave his blood, sweat, and tears to achieve success. He also reminds me to be strong, no matter how tough it gets. I have heard his stories before, but I keep listening because the entire family and I would not have a comfortable life if he did not work hard. I will always be thankful to my Father, and I’m trying my best to be as strong as he is.

Oh… Queen’s “Father to Son” was playing on my mind when I talked to my Father today. So tonight, it’s my Song of the Moment. (And have I mentioned that Queen is one of my top five favorite bands of all time? No? Now you know.)

Queen’s “Father to Son”.

Until the next post.

Header image (left): Black Ice of Pexels. Header image (right): Vinícius Estevão of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025. Uploaded on February 26, 2025.