The New Desk

Since my first editorial meeting with the new desk, I developed a certain resistance to it. To everything in it. It's not that I don't like the people, it just that somehow I sensed that we're not going to be 'buddies' like they ask for.

Very contradictory with my former editor and colleagues in the previous division, this new desk covering health issues is a very close group. They treat their colleagues like friends. And that's where I got uncomfort.

And talk about the jobs.. boy, they really know how to work your ass off. It's not only you'll be doing your routine activity, you have to write a feature on the weekend. I used to watch my colleague have to work on weekend, but I thought that she was just fond of it. But it turned out, she has to. And now, I, have to. But what if I don't want to?

What if I still like my leisure time? What if I just want to lay down on weekend, not working, and just do something stupid like browsing the whole shopping mall without shopping at all?

My sister will be all pissed out if she know I have to work on weekend. Even on work days when I have to work overtime, she would disagree and 'kindly remind' me that I don't get enough paying. So, why would bother doing overtime, she would say..

I don't know.. maybe I'm complaining again. Maybe I'm just bored. Nothing really excite me anymore..