Note to event organisers
by tarlia on November 27, 2009
in note to..., work
Dear Event Organisers of the government, private, NPO and NGO persuasion,
Thank you for keeping the events at a minimum since the crazy sleepless two weeks that was the State Legislative Assembly (DUN) sitting. I’m glad you realised that the YBs are probably as tired of the endless days and nights of writing and delivering speeches and debates, as we of the press are of listening and cobbling it into something of consumable quality for our readers.
The early days and late nights of the office was part and parcel of our job description and nothing we can complain about in earnest.
So it’s somewhat startling to come to work and realise you actually get to go home that day while there is still daylight. Or realise that you can actually sleep in a little longer or do morning chores that are usually impossible before heading off to your sole function in the afternoon.
It’s nice to be able to chat and go out for drinks with colleagues, or go eat a nice lunch without having to shove everything down your throat quickly and risk indigestion. It’s also nice to finally have time to sort out my claims, or cart the pile of old newspapers out, or whittle the crap I haven’t gotten around to moving off my desk.
In the few occasions when I had to stay back to finish something, it’s also nice to be treated to this view from my office window:
I appreciate little moments that result from things like this, like my colleague agreeing that this view should be documented and opening the window for me while I haul out the camera.
I don’t expect it to last. Eventually everyone will come back from their holidays and people will be organising things again.
But in the meantime, there’s nothing wrong in living for the moment.
Full of love,
Me.
A Day in the Life
By now, most of you know that I’m with the news desk. But what is the difference between that and what I did before? Isn’t it the same thing? I still write for the newspaper, if you’re thinking about it in that context. Otherwise, my schedule and what I write is different.
A New Chapter
When embarking on a new chapter or a new life, it is best to start with thanksgiving.
I’d like to thank the handful of people who knew exactly what was going on with me in the last few difficult months, and stood by with willing ears, long lunches, pots of tea, and nights of doing nothing but sitting around talking about everything that pisses us off and how we’d love to retaliate but never will because it’s just wrong. But the conversations leading up to the discussion of how to build an effective and improved shitbomb will remain in the mental funny archives as a testimony of how crazy and creative my friends are. If I need help moving bodies in the future, I’ll know who to call.
To the people in my super secret quote group on Facebook, I am always surprised by the fact that you are willing to help out. Some of you even go above and beyond to make sure I have everything I need. I know that if I don’t hear from anyone, it’s more likely that Facebook delayed my message rather than everyone deciding that today isn’t my day. I wish I’m rich so I can buy you something you need, but since journalists don’t get paid like rocket scientists, I can only offer my gratitute and a promise to help you out in anyway I can when you need it.
To the people who saw me one day and found that I dropped off the face of the earth the next, I’ll get in touch again… eventually.
I have seen incredibly bad and ugly things that nearly broke me, but I’m going to cautiously say that I’m past that now. I have my own principles and integrity and I’m not going to let anyone make me feel foolish for choosing to be a good person. My happiness will never be at the expense of someone else’s misery.
You’ve seen me write that I’m not the same person I was last year. I’ve grown up. I’m standing tall just the way I’m supposed to be.
(Screenshots are of my character in Free Realms. Check it out!)
