I tell myself this each weekend before heading to the gas station where I work.
Many people I know here – both friends and acquaintances – have at one point in their lives worked either underemployed or employed twice over. One would think that that would be the norm in a developing country but I don't know anyone in Manila who held down two full-time jobs, or one full- and part-time job. At least not among the people I knew. And working in radio while playing for a famous rock band doesn't count!
Driving home recently, I remembered when I left radio for good in 2003 to be a corporate cubicle holder and was asked if I would consider staying on the air at night or on the weekend. No way! I couldn't fathom how my body would handle the presumed fatigue.
Paradigm mind shift. Hello, fifty to fifty-six hour work week and tired feet.
So for the better part of the week, I sit at a desk and stretch my mind.
On the weekend, I stand on my feet for eight to nine hours and count money that isn't mine so I can make a little more that will be.
Good times.
Monday to Friday, I'm surrounded by colleagues who inspire me to do and be my best.
Weekends, I'm surrounded by gas station customers who test the boundaries of my luxury hotel guest services skills.
Ah, life lessons.
Ya, gotta love 'em.
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