Sunday, May 16, 2004
It feels so good to be needed.
My Saturday Boss makes me feel very important. It’s like he can’t function properly if he can’t see me within his line of vision. He’d go out of his way to fetch me from the art department (where I love to hang out) so I could seat beside him (and do nothing) while he watch another person execute his instructions.
I guess it’s my fault that I spoiled him the past few months. At first, it was because I felt sorry for him ‘cause his desk is a mess, he’s absent-minded, and he is very disorganized with just about everything. He is constantly harassed by a lot of people, from his former students to media relations.
So I went the extra mile to make his life better and easier. I organized what I can for him and screened some of his phone calls (I even had to lie about his whereabouts on several occasions).
I noticed that he got used to my pampering that he began to give me tasks that are not even part of my job description. On any normal circumstances, I would’ve complained, or at the very least grumbled about it. But it’s not any normal circumstances.
And he’s not ordinary person. He’s a journalism god and he’s a good person. Despite knowing him for the past three years, I am still in awe of his prowess and his writing skills. That’s why I feel so honored working under him.
Saturday for me is not even a working day. It’s playtime. I work harder every Saturday neither for promotion nor citation. I work harder because I get maximum satisfaction for so little effort.
No, I’m not in love with him but I do love him. You can ask andrea about it, she knows what I'm talking about.
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I miss my former seatmate who is currently trying out for a new position in the company. I miss her mainly because she and I love the same TV shows and like bashing the same people.
But not for any price will I pray that she return to our section.
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