The Invisible, Unpredictable Logic

Soon enough, it will be time to plan another pivotal event in life. For now, I’ll sink into life’s invisible, unpredictable logic.

Just when I declared, “I’d let this month pass before looking for a job again,” the most lucrative job offer arrived. In this crunch time for preparing for my presentations for Kristeva and Derrida, I squeezed in a job interview.
I might end up working near that church by the sea.

And I did. Two days after, just before delivering my Derrida presentation, the company notified me that I start Monday. It’s a decent QA position. With all its open spaces, wide roads, and with barely any traffic, I get to drive a pleasant drive along Macapagal Road every time I go to work. Soon enough, I will be complaining about the workload and on how difficult this job is.
I jumped on the offer that was least expected, a salary and a location that seemed unlikely. Now it feels like a missing umbrella magically re-appeared, right when you decided to go out despite the rain.
Soon enough, it will be time to plan another pivotal event in life. For now, I’ll sink into life’s invisible, unpredictable logic.

So it’s roughly been a 3-4 month vacation with nearly a hundred-grand tab. What a life it has been. With the time I gained to do a few things I wanted to do, it felt like I won the lottery. I look at the past few pages of my journal. It was difficult to arrest life’s dynamism, or brew a blend of new thoughts. But one of my best rewards, for example, is that I’m almost done with my first 6 units of MA. And I’ve had my happy days. I’ve been the kind of bum I always wanted to be.

The workload hasn’t really encumbered me yet since I’m still on product and QA training. Despite being on graveyard, I still have the weekends off. There is time to pick up D. at her place and have a relaxed Sunday evening at Rockwell with dinner, a movie, and driving empty streets on the way home. There is time to dine at an inexpensive grill with excellent prime rib and porterhouse steaks.

But since I’m back at the graveyard shift, once again it’s beginning to feel like we belong to completely different time zones.