People are always wondering what it is that I am doing.
And the usual question is –do I have a job?
If working is being tied to a 9-to-5-daily-grind-facetime then no, I don’t do jobs. I, however, do fine art photography that can start around noon that can end three weeks later that entails, as of the latest, numerous hours of sun basking in beaches and climbing terraces. Those photographs are to be printed and to be sold—ok I lied, those photographs have been paid for even before I took them. This makes me super apprehensive with my photos, did I take photos they will like?
And because I have a philosophy degree, I am also paid to check and arrange reports and proposals to make them stronger and powerful documents. Impractical I may be with my ways of life; I have strong sense of logic in some things. That college course was really helpful, helps you see beyond other people’s verbal diarrhea.
I also assist in different types of workshops; I belong to the creative team. It means we are in charge of making the workshop less boring.
No, I don’t have a job but I work harder than your usual officemate. I don’t believe that attendance is the gauge of productivity and I only find time for endeavors I find meaningful. I sleep early or I don’t sleep at all until I can pat my back for a job well done.
I engage in women empowerment projects.
I also do development work that takes me to disaster areas—but even before that, I used to track the mountains for hours to visit communities for the NGO I worked for.
I am currently rehearsing for a theater play.
I design and create jewelry that I export to the US.
Did I mention I am also finishing my Master of Fine Arts Degree in Photography? I have four quarters left and I’m expected to finish my exhibition and book proposal this spring quarter.
When I am in HK (or somewhere outside the Philippines for months), I am taking my classes. When I am in the Philippines, I am supposed to be on vacation –which is no vacation at all because I am plagued with meetings and projects.
I am being egged to prepare and design photography seminars but I don’t believe that 2-3 day workshops are helpful—well, they can be if you badly need a resume filler. So when I got an offer to head a photography department in which I can help design the classes, I agreed to do it.
I thrive in a productive community and not in a rigid office space and schedule. But I’d rather work alone than be in a project with someone I don’t respect. Do you know how much it costs a company every time they tolerate a jerk employee? $160,000. Stanford researched it and I believe him. He’s written the “No Asshole Rule” book as proof. I have no patience for jerks, they cost money.
I am also supposed to be writing for an online publication but I don’t like deadlines, so that is, for now, on hold. Writing for me has to be sweet, slow, and sexy. Like honey slowly flowing on the smooth shiny white surface, taking it’s time while you hold your breath as you watch it slither across.
I wake up early for coffee and then I go back to bed to lounge or, if possible, to sleep the rest of the morning because I know, once I get up again, I will be doing stuff the rest of the day. I don’t mind doing a lot of things, it agitates me though when people try to put them in order. Everything is multi-layered and all things I do intersperse that I get lost when you try to arrange them. Linear thinking confuses me.
I don’t care if you don’t understand my schedule as long as I do. It is, MY schedule after all. Don’t worry, I drive to the beach for breaks and indulge in ice cream whenever I feel like it because busy is not part of my vocabulary. Busy, in my opinion, is overrated. And if it’s still confuses you how I can make a living by being such a ruckus, let me tell you now, I’m generation Y and if you don’t know what that is, that’s your problem not mine.