walang kwenta: para sa lahat ng iresponsable

I refuse to call myself an editor.
How can I be called an editor if I don't have anything to edit? What good is my position if I have nothing better to do than just sit in this office and surf the net?

Likewise, how can YOU call yourselves "writers"/"reporters" when you are not writing/reporting anything?

Sometimes I am thinking of resigning. I am so useless that I could easily vacate this position and it wouldn't affect anything. I am nothing but a decoration in this office. I don't have anything to do. My position is nothing but a six letter word.

When was the last time I had edited a substantial and acceptable news article? When was the last time I was spared from draining my blood just trying to understand what I am reading? And when was the last time I edited an article without the need to overhaul it?

Being in this position is not a joke and I never wanted this in the first place. I was contended being a writer/asst. business manager. I never asked people to vote for me and put me in here. I never asked and never wanted to be here.

My patience has totally depleted. The days of excuses has been long over. Judgment day is getting near. And how I relish the thought of kicking the butts of people who never seem to learn a single lesson.

But would it be enough? We already fired two reporters for the same reason and yet none of those who remained ever learned a lesson. Would it have been better if we just evicted them all? Of course not.

They are good writers, really. I would willingly stand in front of millions of people and say that they are good writers. Good writers with a major drawback: they are VERY IRRESPONSIBLE!

Why am I putting this here? Because telling them in person has no effect at all. They are so hard-headed and thick-skinned that no amount of reprimand will seep into their senses.

I have been reprimanding them everyday and every hour of my waking hours and none of it ever reached them. Maybe reading it in online will finally make them feel ashamed. I hope so!

I just hope to God I have enough strength to control myself. I just hope that I could extend my patience a tinny bit longer so they would still be alive by the end of this semester. I hope I could muster enough control over my mouth so I could avoid insulting them and telling them something I do not really like saying.

But God knows how much I wish I could kill them all instead!