failure – The Diary of The Deranged Writer

10-Minute Warning CLXXVII

All right. What should I talk about today?

Well, I spent the morning feeling groggy but I powered through the work permits needed for approval today. If I did not have a heavy breakfast and an energizing cup of iced coffee before working, I would be freaking out and pissed off. With that, I did not eat that much during lunch, I took a cold bath to wake my senses, changed clothes, and then I went to the south to have said work permits approved. My Father slash boss offered to drive me there, by the way. Thank you, Father.

Upon arriving at the office, after traveling through 2 hours of traffic, I found out that the permits could only be submitted before lunchtime. A heavy sigh ensued. I felt so tired of everything after failing to submit it on time. I was so tired that after my Father and I went back home, I took a rare afternoon nap. Good grief.

I will definitely go back to that office tomorrow before lunchtime, and I hope everything will be approved during the day.

…and my 10 minutes is almost up. I’m still tired. See you in the next post.

XXI: A Rant About Coffee Choices & Other Happenings Today

Originally, this is just a simple post about what happened today. But first, I need to get things off my chest.

Buckle up because this is going to be a long post.

Notes to Self VIII

Recently, whenever my parents/bosses didn’t have a task for me, I did a few job interviews. And not one employer gave a job offer; not even an entry-level one. I thought all the rejections I have taken since the COVID-19 pandemic had toughened me up, but it still breaks my heart whenever a potential employer doesn’t take a chance on me. I truly feel like giving up on hunting for a web/graphic design job and just focusing on the clerical work that I have now.

Then recently, while I was binge-watching the American crime mystery/dramedy series Castle, I heard a quote from Richard Castle (played by Nathan Fillion) for his daughter Alexis (played by Molly Quinn) that hit my heart.

And that, my friends, is my 8th Note to Self.