"Punta ka na sa taas. Susunduin ka na ng chopper."
October 9, 2009.
It was business as usual in the newsroom. Editors were mercilessly arguing with producers over the day’s story line-up. Production assistants were running all over, occasionally tripping over the backpack-strewn aisles of the office. A row of TV monitors were blaring, providing an ambient score to the usual bustle at work.
Me? I was taking a nap. A nice, long, coma-like nap — face planted firmly on my desk, cuddled in a small, greasy cubicle right next to the photocopy machine.
It had been a long month at work. Everyone was still reeling from the effects of the massive coverage brought on by Typhoon Ondoy a few weeks earlier. It was my first day back in the newsroom after what seemed like a never-ending string of tragic, disaster-related stories in the field. I was exhausted.
"Hoy, bilis na. Nandoon na ‘yung chopper."