There is so much (melo)drama going on at work (I don't even know if this qualifies as work. I'm not even getting paid. Not that I mind. Yet.) right now, it's funny. I mean, for a magazine that aims to promote the brighter side of life, things are quite messed up. Observe:

- A photographer is shamelessly crying for attention. He thinks that just because he was the "original" photographer, his whims deserve to be catered to.
- The sexual tension between two people is mounting, affecting business with their personal disagreements. "I'm not going to talk to him forever and ever." In my mind I'm like, I give you 3 days.
- The sexual tension affected the friendship of two other people because said person flirts with anyone with boobs.
- Another writer has sunk into depression. Nuff said.

I wouldn't even deign to affect myself with these issues, except that I'm the designated messenger between parties. Yeargh. "Talk to him willya? Try to see what his problem is." "Talk to her willya? Ask her if she's still interested in staying on." And on and on and on. It's weird how the moment I was starting to feel comfortable around them is the exact moment they all decide to act all ... gnarly.

Anyway, I have other things I must attend to. Like my clearance tomorrow. I have to con three teachers into making me a recommendation letter for entering graduate studies in Education. I have to nunchuck someone at the registrar's office into making me several copies of my transcripts at warp speed. I also have to charm my way into getting my graduation pictures because I lost my receipt. I also have to tie someone's hands behind his/her back to look at my Theology grade for me. I'm too scared. I don't think I can take it if I find out that I'm going to be delayed yet again.

Eek.

I have to take a vacation to see BJ this summer, please. Please. I'm going to be in the Philippines for another year so this is one of the very rare chances we may get to see each other. I want to go to the beach and see the lovely spring weather with him.