We’re almost into the homestretch of the year and I have less than 10 posts on this blog for 2022. I can’t say I’ve been busy, because I wasn’t, but more like I don’t have the “push” to write something as often as I used to. I tried fighting it for the longest time, but I guess your tita surrendered to quick interactions (or as they call it, microblogging) on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.
So how have I been?
Well for one, after more than two years, I went back onsite for a limited time last month. IHG experienced an outage at the beginning of September due to a cyber-attack that paralyzed many of our channels. Because of this, we weren’t allowed to access most of our systems and applications at home and was asked to come to the office to work. The first few days were voluntary, so I went willingly, as my workload is piling up and I don’t want to cram once the systems are back.
Then by the middle of the month, they gave
everybody a three-days-a-week shift for business continuity. While that
was an issue for so many who have already embraced the work-from-home setup, I
really have no problems coming to the office. If I were to be honest, I
sometimes prefer it, as more than two years of WFH made the line between work
and life quite thin. I enjoyed the few times I reported onsite, maybe because I
miss how it all was pre-pandemic.
By the end of the month, the office
slowly returned its employees to WFH by batches. 80% of the total specialist
population had already gone back to WFH, but I happen to be in the remaining
20% who are still required to report to the office five-days-a-week as I’m one
of those who was given an IHG equipment. At this point, if you’re just part of
the few remaining employees in the office, then it’s hardly fun anymore.
And so by the second week of this
month I’m back to working in my house clothes.🙂
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It’s already November in a few days but I’m still stressed AF as I was at the beginning of this year. I wish I could tell you why, but oversharing deeply personal things on my blog (or on the internet for that matter) is something I have steer clear from as of late. Perhaps that’s also the reason why I haven’t been writing anything here. I chose to keep a lot to myself instead of blabbing into the void.
Besides, I’m pretty sure most of you who read this are also
probably going through something too.
If there’s one thing I can say about it, is that I’m having it really, really tough. 2022 is a year of chronic worrying for me. It’s more difficult because I don’t have anyone to vent it to. I can’t tell my family about it especially if the large chunk of my anxiety comes from them, and the very few friends I have are busy with their own lives.
I would give anything to go back to 2016 when everything is easy-breezy.
And while there has been some
development on other side of things (which again, I’m keeping under wraps as I
don’t want to jinx it), it doesn’t change the fact that every day is a mental
struggle for me.
The trouble when you’re stressed at my age is that you feel all sorts of discomfort in your body. Last August I was walking around Glorietta as usual when I slipped and hit the floor butt-first. I wish all I got was a bruised ego from the embarrassment, but after a few days, I felt numbness on the left side of my body, mild face tingling and the index toe on my left foot is moving on its own.
The doctor asked me to take a CT scan just to rule out TIA or transient ischemic attack (mini stroke). Thankfully, all my tests came out as “unremarkable” and that I have a normal brain scan. The doctor said it’s probably just my high anxiety levels manifesting. Headache, back and neck pains are a common occurrence for me now but the doctors can’t see anything relatively wrong with me.
I know I have to stop myself from worrying too much to reduce my everyday stress and anxiety. I’m really trying.
Meanwhile, how are you?
