Saturday Work

It sucks, I know. Going to the office on a day when I should be going out with Katrina or bumming in some speck on this earth. It's the Sabbath, a rest day, an I-want-to-forget-work-and-relax day, call it whatever you want.

But since we have a project to rush, well, I'm here in front of a desk that I'm only used to seeing five times a week. My boss informed my team that there will be an incentive for all this (there better be...).

Going back to the good, old college days (which was only months ago), I did extend to the weekends to finish some projects. It was in the comfort of my home or with the company of a barkada. There was much more fun back then.

Now, it's quite the same, only this time I'm wishing that I'm spending quality time with my girl. You see, back in the school days, project in or project out, we spent our time together. Perhaps gluing us together could've been no problem back then.

Today, I work for Ramcar and she works for Peoplesupport, two companies with a 10-kilometer distance barrier.

By this time, I should've fetched her from work, then head to Glorietta or to any place we can think of. But today, I'm stuck in the office with a list of things to do.

I hope this project ends sooner...