A few days ago, I realized I ran out of reasons to give to my boss when I feel so demotivated to go to work. I can’t always use PMS as a ticket to get that sweet “Come to work when you’re better” response. That’ll be like abusing my feminine pass (if ever there’s such a thing). I tell myself it may be just a sporadic case of the lazies when evading work seems to be the most naughtily delightful thing to do but I can’t go on doing this when I know all too well that this indolence is becoming a chronic self-inflicted disease that I often give into.
**As published in Sunstar:
http://www.sunstar.com.ph/baguio/opinion/2013/06/02/brett-pinay-diaries-part-vi-285408 THERE’S this long strip of a park right in the middle of two main roads that comes fully alive once the city dusk settles. It’s conveniently situated in front of the building I reside in hence I do my evening jogs here when my lazy bones are not into their indulgence mode. It’s not much of a park. Some generous patches of grass, a few benches here and there and the seasonal flowers that strive to thrive in the midst of two busy intersecting highways. I like doing my runs here. The people who also frequent this place could not care less if I storm by like a flash (I wish!) or just jog-walk leisurely like I have all the time to spare. The same way that it’s none of my business whatever it is these numerous park-goers do here. |