Blabbering Quietly

I am here — technically not working. Well, maybe working. Still. Because I am paid for this after all. But then, it doesn’t really feel like work at all. Or maybe, this is really how work feels like or is supposed to feel like. It’s just that I am not comfortable with having to sit here and simply wait. You see, in this kind of work, there isn’t always much to do. It’s almost similar to what I do downstairs.

 Here, people come and go. They would sometimes stop and ask questions. You point them to this and that — give directions — and smile like you mean it. You greet them and ask for their names. You struggle to hear at their weird-sounding names. It’s hard to believe there can be syllables such as those in their names.

 I am part of the secretariat. While the participants are discussing things that can change the world, I am here outside, sitting in a chair, typing away my random thoughts. Fighting the urge to make fun of myself just to kill boredom. Waiting for time to pass by. I would rather not have conversations with people I don’t know. I would rather have my own time spent writing and thinking.

 You see, I don’t have much time to think so when I write, I always find time to think and my thoughts no longer come out in spurts. They flow freely, although they may not always fill up congruent spaces in my paragraphs. Still. They come out naturally.

A year from now, I’ll be going back to school. I want to take up Marketing Communications. I would also like to come up with my own business. Little by little, I begin to realize how corporate slavery just might kill me. So there. Although I still haven’t got enough money as starting capital, I still include that in my list of to-do’s in the long run. I am waiting for the money I’ll be getting from my scholarship during my senior year. With that, I can finish one year (I hope) of my graduate study. Then, I’d like to work in an ad agency.

 For now, I am still here in Events. Momentarily stuck until I learn the value of tenure, I guess. But I know I will get my dream job as soon as I get my diploma. Or better yet, as soon as I get a call-back from those agencies I’ve sent out applications to. When they do, I won’t be stuck here in a chair, waiting for the participants to arrive. I will be in a comfortable room where I will be brainstorming with some of the country’s best copywriters. I will come up with all kinds of ads that work — not only sell. I will write clever copies and conceptualize ads. I will also write a novel. And if I have enough material, then I will write a memoir as well.

I will see the world and travel at least once a year. I will take a trip to a different place every year. I will meet strangers and live in places I have never set foot in. I will take my life and have it embrace the world from end to end. I will always focus on the solution and remember that what doesn’t kill me will only make me stronger. I will also stop and end this here.