16 hour day.
I started at 1030am and I ended work at 2am. I got back at 220am.
Gosh I'm tired.
On the upside, I was doing my voxpops today and I saw a cute girl. Wan, my camera man reminded me that we had to interview attractive girls as the story required it. So we did.
I thought she was quite cute, intelligent and eloquent.
So I asked for her number and of course I got it. ( People tend to tell journalist more than they realise.)
But she is 19.
19 years old.
For fucks sake, I can't even remember what I was doing when I was 19.
Guess the upside is really no upside. It's just another FML in the face.
Life goes on. In the most mocking of ways.
The weekend is here, I'm looking for a light friday, a day of rest on saturday (I'm supposed to attend a gig at the esplanade, but damn I feel exhausted) and hopefully am not assigned for a story on sunday. (even though I'm on duty. But whats the difference when I'm on duty every week?).
Tomorrow, I will march up to my News Director and demand ( ask nicely.) for monday and tuesday off. I reckon he will agree. I sorta look like a wreck.