SUNDAY

...to whom do i oblige myself: to God or to Office?

the latter is a living; the former, the reason for living.

...to whom shall I dedicate.

...to whom shall i choose.

...sadly, my doing does not comprehend my want for praising.

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this is a sad reality of working for a firm that mistakenly treats Sunday as the first hours of the regular workweek. It's not mandatory though, but when you are part of a 'team' that has religiously dedicated their Sabbath to praising financial papers instead of the Gospel, then you are oblige to convert to this cult and praise the hysteria of a thousand edits.

it's not worth it i tell. the first message i read on my cellphone was 'to come to the office early to dispose comments on the financial statements.' and the first word that came out of a supposedly holy day was a cursed word - the tagalog equivalent of a prostitute, a whore - my quick response to the schedule this cult has placed me today.
and the rant goes the whole morning, even on my second chance for a coordinated sleep. and it continues, my mouth eventually subsiding as it reaches a halt on a famished hour.


and so i did come, the early - the early afternoon. about two, thirty minutes past two, to be exact. and i write this, yes, in the airconditioned synagogue of the cult i am falsely following.

the ritual shall last for hours - even extending for the forty plus hours of a regular work week. and then another extension, the full fiscal year perhaps.

but the God above wants only mere minutes of my time - sixty minutes of undivided attention. sixty minutes and quiet prayers whispered at night.

that is what He wants. that is all He needs from me.

...to whom do i oblige: to God or to Office?

...of who does love me unconditional: to God or to Office?

...to whom shall i answer the call: to God or to God?

...off to sixty minutes and quiet prayers whispered at night.