I didn’t use my personal laptop at the office today. I consider that an achievement. I also didn’t beat myself over a deadline. That one, I’m not so proud of. I’m still working on that deadline -and probably be working on that over the weekend. There goes my weekend notebook workshop 😐

On a happier note, Mako and I managed to get some exercise for five consecutive nights 😀 He jogs as I pedal around the block. We get a lot of grins from the neighbors – especially the kids!

I overheard one boy telling his mother about this dog who runs along with a bike as we breeze past them.

Our nightly bicycle rides slash jogs are far from smooth or graceful. There’s no grace in stopping twice to pick up Mako’s poop. (I make sure to have at least two poop bags for our rides.) And nothing could be farther from graceful when you find yourself wobbling in attempting to regain your balance at the bicycle – and yes, some form of dignity – whenever the pup suddenly decides to go on an off road sprint to pursue dogs in the neighborhood.

Now Mako gnaws on his chew stick in peace, his food bowl emptied and coat cleaned.

Friday evenings have become laundry nights. I used to deal with laundry during Saturday mornings. Now, I’m saving the weekends to work on building the stock of notebooks.

The printing press delivery set for today was moved to Tuesday next week. The release of the notebooks would be much later than I would have hoped for but right now, I’m just thankful that the press managed to produce it. While waiting for the delivery, I try to look for possible partnerships in the sale of a thousand notebooks. The Bindery’s going to its first high school fair next month! 😀


It’s a go!

Got the call. It’s confirmed. We’re set for a release of a new product hopefully this Friday. I’m so excited!

The contact from the printing press has been silent for a week, uncertain whether they could pull off the job specifications. A few seconds ago, they confirmed that they can do it – and that they deliver (hopefully on Friday) before the start of classes.

20150112_123424This is what’s been keeping me busy – and awake for the past four days.

The labor for first set of planners and notebooks was a much needed break from the previous semester’s brain processing. It was something I welcomed.

Now that I’m doing the cutting for possible profit, the standards are higher and I more critical (meaning, there’s a lot of wasted printed drafts). At two in the morning I find myself asking why I even bother to do all the cutting and binding when I’m not even sure if people will buy it. I slip into a troubled sleep and wake up with the muscles complaining with every movement. My right arm feels like it’s about to fall off. I look at the stack of unfinished drafts at the work station and I’m disheartened. All weekend, I’ve worked and I haven’t even started binding at this point.

This is the impatient me. I haven’t seen one complete notebook in the past week and it’s killing me. I wallow in self-doubt after not being able to complete the tasks I have set for the weekend. My first official transaction is tomorrow. I’m looking forward to it. I know I can meet the deadline. I just hope the client likes what she pays for.

The delivery of the dry seal helped lift my spirits. Maybe, just maybe, there is something to this new interest. I’ll just have to go through it and we’ll see how it goes. As for product quality, I’m clinging to what my stepfather said years back when I talked about maybe starting a small business and the worry that people may not like it. Carl said  that I should just get it out there and wait. No need to fuss over something that hasn’t happened yet.  Just focus on the task at hand.


Took a loan to help fund this new project. Worst case would be me being stuck at my job for the next two years as I settle the loan.

The good part of taking the risk would be managing to profit a little and have something to look forward to in the next two years. The dread would still be there but at least I have something to look forward to.

On a more serious note, I finally accepted that I’ll never have the enough money to buy a house if I rely on this job alone. While transferring to another job is an option, I have to make the most of what is existing. And if I am to stay, at least I’ll have something to take my mind of the negativities from the workplace.

So far, it’s been very effective. This past week, I felt so guilty thinking about the side job while at work that I didn’t utter one complaint. Still, it does feel odd having shifted the focus from work – the only focus I had before – to the side job.

This is what the side job looks like.20150109_233658

I was lucky that the mother was out of town for a week. That’s one week’s worth of working in peace! – in an air-conditioned space! -for free!

Okay, I was finishing up on the latest draft of the (supposedly) monthly publication we were to release next week. I wanted to finish the revisions so I could send the files to the press and I can make notebooks free of guilt.

I just wish there was a 7Eleven nearby so I could gulp on coffee while working on the notebooks.

Here’s to a weekend of (working in) peace!