Dear Moi,
It’s June 2026. My last entry was back in August 2025, and Jesus, a lot can happen in ten months. I’ve gone slightly quiet on here, but the plot has only thickened. Right now, I am currently wearing a brand-new professional hat—at least on an interim basis. Because apparently, my life’s theme this year is “holding the position until further notice.”
If we’re doing a mid-year life audit to break the radio silence, let’s just say the portfolio is a mixed bag of corporate paradoxes, academic pauses, emotional exorcisms, and highly efficient resource allocation.
The Personal & Spiritual Life: Exes, Manifestations, and Sunday Void
Let’s be real on the romance front: I am still searching for "The One." In the meantime, The Ex is still hovering in the periphery. The intense longing and the occasional workday trysts have finally slowed down to a trickle, and my brain knows it’s time to close the book. I just needed that final, undeniable push. Enter his upcoming birthday and Australia plans. Nothing says "move the hell on" quite like geographic displacement and a milestone reminder that life goes on. It’s the final nail in the coffin. I’m still doing stupid things occasionally, but at least they’re less painful and come with a significantly shorter hangover of regret.
On the spiritual side, I’ve actually been daily adoring the Lord by reading the Bible. Yet, my Sunday obligation has been lacking. There's this lingering emptiness, and honestly, I just wish I had someone to pray with.
So, I am actively manifesting a tall, handsome partner who is both financially and emotionally stable. The goal? To support one another, be a collective light for people like us, and prove to the world that God deeply loves us sinners. Until he arrives to share the pew with me, I'm keeping the faith solo.
The Academic Front: The Law School Hiatus
Speaking of reading, the textbooks look a little different lately. Right now, I’m officially on an academic leave from law school. Between the new role and my expanded workload, there are just not enough hours in the day to comfortably accommodate the grind of law.
But I am stubborn. I still desperately want to continue and finish what I started. Even in my current job, the legal knowledge has been an incredible asset. I'm currently on the fence about whether to enroll this coming semester, and I've even resorted to trying to convince my best friend to join the madness with me. The signs to continue are abundant—especially during my daily Bible readings—so the universe is definitely nudging me back toward the courtroom. I just need to figure out the logistics.
The Advocacy Life: High Public Speaking, Higher Returns
On the advocacy front, things took a deliciously grand turn. I was given the stage at a national convention. Granted, it was just a breakout parallel session, but a win is a win! To top it off, they asked me to host the entire two-day national educational forum.
The organizers, in their infinite institutional generosity, compensated me a grand total of ₱5,000.
Naturally, I did the only logical thing a professional could do: I used that modest honorarium to fund a three-day solo travel getaway. And because I believe in maximizing every single asset, the trip culminated in a spectacular ménage à trois. Let’s just say, while one was sitting on me, another was rhythmically pounding me into the mattress. Hands down, the best ₱5,000 investment I have ever made. Talk about a high-yield return on advocacy work.
The Work Life: The OIC Paradox (Or, The Art of Executive Babysitting)
Finally, we hit the day job. I am officially at the halfway mark of a four-week stint as the Officer-in-Charge of the -------------—an assignment spanning May 28 to June 25. The initial thrill of the appointment has settled, the announcement memo is buried under a mountain of unread emails, and right on cue, the mid-assignment realization has hit me like a splash of ice-cold water.
Here is the sexy, frustrating truth about being a short-term, interim OIC: It is a profound exercise in organizational blue balls.
On paper, you’re steering the ship while the top honcho is away. In reality, you quickly start to wonder if you’re actually leading, or if you’re just a glorified, highly dressed-up placeholder keeping the leather chair warm. Over the last two weeks, a distinct pattern has emerged. Because everyone knows the permanent administrator returns on June 25, human nature has defaulted to a collective holding pattern. When daily operational questions arise, my colleagues don’t look to the OIC desk. They either bypass me to find a direct line to the vacationing boss, or they simply sit on decisions until the calendar turns.
I get the structural boundaries, obviously. In a highly regulated healthcare environment, nobody expects a temporary OIC to rewrite policy or dismantle the hierarchy. I fully respect that major financial sign-offs—like signing checks—and executing Memorandums of Agreement (MOAs) must remain within the permanent administrator’s purview. You don’t hand over the corporate checkbook for a 28-day assignment.
But what about everything else?
When staff completely bypass the interim role for daily choices, the OIC position becomes a title without teeth. All of the accountability if something goes wrong, with none of the actual traction to drive the day-to-day. It leaves you sitting in the corner office mid-way through the month, wondering: What really is my mandate here?
With 14 days left on the clock, I’ve realized that waiting for people to suddenly treat a short-term OIC like the permanent boss is a losing game. The strategy has to change. If I can't be the final decision-maker on the big items, I am going to become the ultimate gatekeeper of the pipeline.
The goal for the remaining two weeks isn’t to sign the MOAs; it’s to build the runway. It’s about filtering the daily noise so operations don't stall, troubleshooting friction on the floor, and thoroughly vetting those upcoming agreements now. That way, when June 25 arrives, the returning administrator isn't met with a chaotic backlog, but with a pristine, fully reviewed, and incredibly satisfying stack of documents ready for signature.
Being a short-term OIC isn't about wielding absolute authority; it’s an exercise in managing continuity under pressure. But it highlights a critical lesson for any organization: even for a brief period, an interim leader needs a clear, explicitly communicated mandate from the top.
Without it, you aren't managing an institution—you're just babysitting a title. And frankly, I prefer my power plays to happen in the bedroom, not the boardroom.
Two more weeks to go. Let's make it look effortless.
