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If your job doesn’t give you time for your family and God, then you’re in wrong job.

You can always make more money, but you can never make more time.

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Wow, I realized this is actually the second time I used Beyond Tired as a title. And well as of this time, it’s a new record. Last Thursday, I got in the office at roughly 6pm and ended my shift at 9am the next day. I went home and I had to drop by the wet and dry market to buy supplies for the house. Then I slept for almost 2 hours when I got home and after that I was off to the office once again to attend a 2pm roadshow from HR.

The hubby and I got home last night at 830sh. I just kissed and hugged my little boy and then dropped into the bed, without actually changing and doing my nightly ablutions. I was merely going for a few minutes of shut eye. But lo and behold, it as if I actually turned to sleep aids that I woke up the next morning. The husband just put on a blanket over me since I absolutely knocked out.  Well, catch you later folks, I’m off to get some more Zsss.

My cousin is a registered nurse and pretty soon he’ll be off to the Middle East to seek greener pastures. At the time he was reviewing for the board exams, he was taking caffeine pills to keep him awake. I think I’m going to need some as well, as I finish up all my deliverables at work, they just keep on piling up.

Anyway, I certainly hope I get a breather real soon. Oh if you want to stay up and you’re into reading medical stuff check out www.glucosaminechondroitinmsm.net/

Sometimes I just feel like packing my bags and running away to somewhere really far, to start anew. Somehow, part of the reason I now found myself in my father’s house is because of the need to do just that – to runaway. All by my lonesome, I braved the streets of Metro Manila with my little boy in tow and with two huge bags with me. Thank God I managed and thank God for angels and kind strangers.

Right now, I so wanted to apply for a job overseas, if only there is a way some employers will be kind enough to let me bring my family with me, or perhaps hire me and my husband and let us bring our little munchkin and a carer for the little guy. But the problem is I do not have skills that are highly in demand in other countries. I do not know how to bake, nor am I a professional cook, I do not even know what POS systems are, let alone use it. I guess I need to try to acquire some of the skills highly needed in the first world countries in order to be able to apply for an immigrant status later on.