You probably notice the irregularity of my entries. Well, something consumes me.
If you are a regular to this blog, you would hit it straight that this is and will be the very few times that I would talk about work. I am normally consumed by it and its level of normalcy is fine. However, I am in the (recurring) phase where it eats me. I even see some of my workmates in my dreams (yes!). I do not get to finish even a single pending read from my bookshelf in the past five months, I only have the luxury to comb my hair once a day (that is after the bath), and a number of small and big things. But, I do not complain. I love my job. It is just that… it kills my energy to blog. Hahaha. Well, that exactly explains the scarcity of my entries.
I still pause whenever I am innocently inquired of how I find the time to blog and why I do it. I am not being paid to blog, I am not obliged to write for anyone. However, it came to a point that I felt and I still do, that strange sense of urgency to be connected with the different kind of people in the blogosphere, most of whom I do not know personally, by coming up with new posts that I am not obliged to share but I feel like sharing AND by catching up on what they share, too (including those who do not even know that my blog exists). To state simply, it is because of the passion to write. That explains, too, why people still find the time to travel, bake, read, and the list goes on, no matter how busy they are. This brings me to think about my job, that after all these years, I kept embracing. To the extent that I realized that it is a calling.
Yesterday, a workmate told me (while in a struggling situation) that she does not like to be in my shoes because everyone hates us (and in fact she is one of them, huh). Well, I really do not believe in that. I am sure that at least auditors do like each other + the very few (you know who you are) appreciate us. Seriously, I do not take offense because I am used to it. It is quite lengthy to explain, but it is like this: arguing with an auditor is like wrestling a pig in mud, suddenly you realize that the pig is enjoying itself.
It is a wonder when we find reason in times of complication. No matter what, at the end of the day, we will keep coming back to the people and things we endear.
What are the things that you would still like to do even if it is almost against all odds?