barely ngarag...

yes. this is my life. i don't credit this to vitamin C but i think it was meant to be this way. Ngarag. I loathe the term. It has become a layman's term in TV production. So common, it can quantify to something as biological as a sneeze. I am amazed at my capacity to endure everything. Everything does not only include the workload. Throw in the stares, the sub-consciuosly harsh objectives, crab mentality, flamboyant faggotism, egotistic bastards and plain idiots.

Today, as much as i don't like to drop it, is an official ngarag day. I have been the same girl, literally and physically, since yesterday morning. Today is my second straight day in the office. It was my usual route but this time my partner ticked off and went on a movie marathon thinking there was little to do. He came back just this afternoon fresh smelling like a green papaya while my hair lost all its pro-vitamin B5.  Malapit na mag-dreadlocks on its own ang buhok ko. I did all the research needed for our episode. I knew i was in deep shit when our PM pinpointed on our meeting what he wants to happen to my assigned segments. He never tells us what to do with the segments. Thus this scene calls for exceeding expectations. Going more than what he bargained me for. Kelangang magpa-bibo.

Ngarag. Ngarag. Ngarag. Ngarag.

1am Friday

It kept on drilling. Well, i do not wish to think of these, my pores might be fussing over again. So, i summon all my happy thoughts. S'mores! A new found chocolate with melted marshmallow and what have yous. I have to get things done before 6am. I walked like my usual walking on the moon effect. By 5pm i felt like a dazed mother organizing my daughter's debut party. I slouched on the computer and cursed Romnick Sarmenta for not getting TV projects in ABS. I have to find a decent pic of him. A text came in that i should add Railey Valerioso and Aya Medel on my visual list. Who the hell is Railey Valerioso? And what webpage can i find a clothed Aya Medel? Just where?!! So off i go to ABS Publishing. Our producer started to falsetto when her segment didn't air at 11pm. At this point, I am a traffic enforcer, a call center rep, a systems engineer and a mad stock broker. These are just my auras hours before our airing.

On the way to our editing bay our old OJT saw me pass by while trying to lift my bra strap. " Ate, mukhang lumalaki ah..." she said jokingly while cusping her breasts.

"Ngarag lang". Now that I've said it. It's finished.