Thoughts From A Long Walk

I took a walk from work to the Security Bank ATM at Tomas Morato and Timog. An officemate told me that pay comes usually the night before payday.

But why take a walk when I got a car, right? Nah... I had to walk the distance. I wanted to think things over.

I can say that I'm pretty much sad right now. So many things ran into my head, and it's quite depressing that I even thought it up.

Obvious first is my physical fitness. I'm not as fit as compared to the me back in college. Proof? 160 and 175 has a difference of 15... fifteen pounds. It used to hit 182. Another sign is more effort to walk; it used to be effortless.

Then I'm starting to dislike work. I'm not sure if it's management or the line of work I'm in, but every morning since March, I had to drag my ass out of bed to come to work. I still get to complete my time requirements, but I usually come in at 11 in the morning (that's 3.5 hours late, but we're flexi-time). Perhaps I'm good at programming, but maybe I'm not really into it.

I also realized a handicap for consultants: poor memory. I took a Tickle memory test earlier today, and scored only 73%. That means I forgot the 27% in a span of less than ten minutes. I come to meetings with a notebook. I work in front of a computer with four notebooks in arm's reach. Why? Poor memory. Makes me think if I'm really for this line of work.

I'm glad I have a healthy relationship with Katrina May. I wonder if I'll be driven insane should time come she'd be gone in my life. I imagined that in my walk, too. Imagination told me I may be happy with many other things, but I'll always wind up with a missing piece.

And then I stood before the ATM, slid the card in, punched the magic buttons to check my account...

No pay yet.

And so I walked back, thought some more...