I loved that movie (I’m referring to the post title). You know, where there’s a gigantic worm eating up people who walk on the desert ground and they made it explode at the end?
Anyway, today was another busy day at work, which what things have been for the past few weeks. I’m so busy I can hardly write in my novel this week, and this is supposed to be crunch time. Hay life. Today our team had to finish this photo book that some people asked us to do for this big boss who came to town. It felt like thesis all over again, where some of my teammates pulled all nighters while I went on day shift today just to help them. Such is life. Good thing I like my job and I’m used to these things that’s why it doesn’t bother me (although my seriously whacked body clock is).
So lunchtime today, my YFC Docu household “anak” came over for an interview and we had lunch. We bought food for some of my teammates and when we got back, the first thing they said was, “Did you feel the earthquake?”
We were, “Was there an earthquake?”
Apparently, it was really strong at our floor (we were at the 9th floor). I hardly felt anything while I was in KFC, where there’s a lot of people, and I don’t think the people lining up with me felt anything too. Everyone was asking about that then, and I felt like such a loser for not feeling it.
Or…not really. I’m the kind of person who sleeps through an earthquake, you know? There was this particular magnitude 7.0 or something earthquake a few years back that happened at night, and I slept right through it. I do remember hearing my parents waking up and saying that the ground is shaking, but I thought it was just a dream…when I woke up and went to mass, it was all they could talk about. I can be such a sound sleeper that I can sleep through anything, even if it’s a radio on a stereo cabinet playing really loud music. And that’s kind of weird too, since when I’m awake and it’s silent, I feel earthquakes easily.
I wonder why I can write so much about an earthquake when I can’t even churn out 2000+ words in my novel. Gah. This means I should write now.
Last week of night shift! But I think I’m going mid tomorrow since my body clock is still whacked. I can’t wait to go back to day shift on Monday.