Friday, January 4, 2013

First Week of 2013: Sick :(

Just as I was about to ponder on my 2013 resolutions when it hit me, really hard: I had a relapse.

I was sick during Christmas. Started from simple colds and a cough that became worse because of the freakin' cold inside the newsroom where I work. I had a full body warming massage, then I went to work the day after. Wrong move, I realized. My colds and cough didn't go away, and I had a few body aches, so they got worse. And now, here I am, facing the brunt of complete bed rest and, albeit partial, exclusion to my husband and my son, the people I love most. :(

But well, I guess some people are happy that I wasn't in the newsroom. These were the people who're insecure because one person got recognized allegedly because of me. Well, maybe they don't think they were insecure, but at least that's how they show themselves to other people. All I can say is that, I actually didn't do anything other than my job description to put that person to where he is now. He already has it, the talent, the eye for news, the skill to gather news. It's just how he tells it, which, I believe they already know so fully well, is my job as a story supervisor/producer.

Another thing: I absolutely don't favor him more than the other reporters when I do my lineup. You know me, guys. I'm easy to talk to. You tell me this person's got a report, go ahead, I'll give you a slug. But often, you don't have anything to give me. You even tell me to just go call the reporters straight. So that's what I do. And it always turns out that this reporter always has a story. What else could I do?

And by the way, I thought they should be the ones who should be happier that this guy's career is soaring....

Just really frustrates me to know that some people could be so insecure, they just can't deny it.

Gotta hit the sack again. :) Really wish I'd get well soon. Marky was asking for a hug, but his Daddy pulled him away, saying, "No, Mommy is sick." Gosh. This is getting so depressing.

Prayers really appreciated. So help me, God.

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