There are no empty spaces between the hours of the day. But I'm not burning a candle on both ends. And I'm not burning out.
The first Saturday class begins at 8am. Today, we discuss a Business Insider article about workspaces. T. talks about a leading beer company's headquarters in Tokyo. The highlight of which is an "affordable" beer-on-tap and Nika whisky (relative to the beer prices in Azakusa), along with the whole roster of drinks the company brews.
On the next class, O talks about his recent trip to the company HQ in Germany. He sends me some photos. He's a high-level executive at an ERP solutions company, the third largest in software related services. He's been a student for two years, a promoter who's endorsed some referrals.
M.'s absent today so I get to enjoy an un-rushed breakfast of dilis, fried rice, hotdogs and eggs. An hour or so more of morning classes then I'll be picking up the laundry then up on the roof cleaning the drain pipes, patching up leaks with quick-dry sealants. I'm calling the co-working space companies to reserve a seat.
We're off to a play in the afternoon and V. and I. look terrific in their Sunday-best outfits. We're watching Repertory Philippines' Rapunzel, sponsored by D.'s high school. We head off to greenbelt, but before watching the play I've got 2 hours of classes at a co-working space in Paseo de Roxas, just a few hundred meters away from Greenbelt. They are closed on Saturdays, but a Senior Marketing Manager was kind enough to accommodate me in a conference room in time for the 230 class.
I finish in time to make it to the 430 curtain. It's been a while since I've watched a Repertory Philippines play and I just realized how strange the English accents are. Maybe I sound just as strange as that.
V.'s too young for this play so we walk along Greenbelt. It's like a satellite date on a family date and I'm feeling over the moon. We go to a toy store and I show her toy giraffes, crocodiles, pandas and dinosaurs. We share a bag of 40-peso mini donuts. We head back home, driving thru McDonald's for dinner because we're rushing and for the 7pm class. I. stays in the room with me and I can smell his McDonald's fart.
I finish early tonight. I spend a few minutes to look at some pictures of places this job, or rather, my own business has taken me.
And I'm taking this cheap laptop of mine to Japan in November. I buy a drink, play lofi hiphop, wondering how differently would beer taste like in an Izakaya.
