In my wildest, snazziest ambitious dreams, I dreamt of being able to constantly travel for work. I had absolutely no idea how to make it happen but I wished so anyway. Between travelling for holiday and work, the latter seemed more appealing and befitting for me who doesn’t know what to do on a holiday.
I don’t know how holidays are played out because in my lifetime, I’ve only had three legitimate holidays and my jobs always had working holidays. All I know about holidays is that I get premium pay. I go on vacation but it still feels like work because I still have to stick to a schedule and don’t stay too idle because the clock is ticking, soon after it’s over and then it would feel like a chore.
For some reason I just found myself flying a lot. Actually, the reason was my previous boss put me on a different assignment and then she resigned; it can also be said that I may have performed well; I don’t know. I fly at least four times a month because logistically, when I go, I must return. To be clear I only go to two staple destinations; going on three next month. When I’m lucky, like this year, I get to fly abroad twice. According to Foursquare, I’m a jetsetter!
Sounds fun! But not quite. I get jittery with every flight and the more I fly the worse it gets. I could feel my heart jump out and grab the life jacket and leave me strapped to my seat. If only I could spend the entire flight fast asleep; I want to intoxicate myself but I will not be allowed to board and there is nothing else I can think of to make me snooze. And even if they did, I can’t report to work drunk!
I wonder how other passengers get used to the nerve-wracking turbulence that shakes the beans out of you. I will never get used to this, there will never come a time in my life that I will be nonchalant when the seat belt sign is on and the flight attendants are scuttling away calmly. It doesn’t help that I’m always flying alone, ride to and from the airport alone and be alone most of the time. I’ve spent so much time by myself during these turbulent moments that it’s so ‘meta’ already.
But there are no actual complaints coming from here save for the backache and stiff neck which I’ve decided to avoid by buying a travel pillow. It’s just my nerves and I just want it out that I’m scared of flying. I’m really really scared of flying and it’s embarrassing because I know other people who fly more frequently than I do and they’re not sissies like me.
It’s Mother’s Day and to be very honest I’m not too keen about it. My dear Mommy raised me too level-headed about celebrations. I grew up not caring about any other occasion save for immediate family’s birthdays and only my parent’s wedding anniversary and not even expecting any kind of BANG! off of it.
To be fair, birthdays and anniversaries were always remembered through fantastic home-made food consumed intimately at home without much fanfare.
Such was this practice that I grew up with a strong sense of privacy about celebrations that matter to me coupled with impartiality towards any other celebrations.
One thing my Mommy told me, even when I was too young to understand, was that most occasions are played up as a result of a marketing scheme to ensure commercial success. In a very anti-social way, we somehow subconsciously avoided all sorts of holidays without verbally agreeing to it.
As a result, I seem to have lived a life of status quo all year round with a bit of excitement on birthdays. Valentine’s Day, Halloween, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Grandparent’s Day, Graduation Day, Christmas Day and the rest of their kind were merely ordinary days that give great cause to buy some flowers, blinking lights, greeting cards or gifts.
But my status quo is not miserable unlike what most people expected of an uncelebratory person. In the same way that my Mommy dampened occasions, she also made everyday a lovely day, which made up for the lack of social activities at home.
I was never one to give in to the commercial aspect of celebrations. No gifts, no flowers, no dinners on commercial holidays because it can be done any other day, especially when the prices are down or it’s 75% off.
Everyday is a day to love my family and my parents.
Everyday is a day I can remember the dearly departed.
Everyday is a day of kindness and generosity.
Also, everyday is Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
To the surprise and dismay of many of my friends and family, my then-boyfriend and I have finally decided to tie the knot in the quickest and quietest fashion we could ever think of. For years, I have always wanted to marry quietly with not much ado because I don’t like parties and I don’t want to fuss over the entertainment of everyone.
A few of my friends have demanded for a pre-party (I had the decency to make a quick FYI note) and after-party, which is both nice and annoying. It is nice to know that they care so much about me to want to celebrate my wedding, but it is also annoying because, really, this wedding is about me and my new husband and our families merging together. It’s not very obvious but I am really more inclined to celebrate it quietly with my family and I like quiet dinners. I would eventually make plans to party with a few friends on separate occasions for each group, but it’s not a priority.
The priority is settling into a new home and making it habitable and comfortable. The new home is habitable but not comfortable yet. Tonight we managed to cook pancit canton, our first cooking venture since we moved in two weeks ago. We have been cleaning house for an entire fortnight and never seem to finish it. However, we seem to have successfully exterminated the pests! Hurrah for aggressive pest control project!
Hopefully tomorrow we can bring in a rice cooker and an electric kettle so we can become really self-sufficient adults and stop the parasitism called ‘eating at my brother’s house.’
Aside from the surprising difficulty of developing a starter home, I also learned that one of the wonders and probably the best novelty of marriage is having someone to take long listless walks with and buying cheap food at any time of the day or night and make fun about our being broke. It’s a joy I married my best friend and I hope other people marry their best friends too.
It’s not the most lucrative (yeah, I mean it) and well-off union I know, but it sure is the warmest, quirkiest and most fun ever.
Once again, my life took an interesting turn and in the busyness of all of it, I failed to document each turn. In fact, I now think that when I have more stories to write, I find less time to do so. On days when I have absolutely nothing to share, I also have so much time to write.
The first turn in my life which I have previously written about was the change in my work responsibilities. Oh and it’s good to note that today marks the first time I have ever bridged the ’2-year’ shelf life! Yipee! This calls for a celebration!
Everything I’m tasked to do at work now is all Greek to me and frankly, I’m just conning my way through it. I keep pretending I understand and pick up context clues everywhere, eventually, I learn what the hell it’s all about and get validation from Wikipedia and Google. Ha-ha! Above-the-line, below-the-line, shipment, opening materials, linear meter, etc. Ha-ha!
Because I’ve conned that I’m a quick-witted person I don’t have the liberty to be slow and be honest about it. Geez, this week alone work made my hands literally froze from anxiety, I wanted to keel over and bang my head on the floor. I also realized that the most important posts do entail so much responsibility and so much unwanted elbow-rubbing with more important people in the company.
It’s not always good to get used to that comfortable place below the radar.