01 april 2008
makati city
i'm having the event of my life these past days. my bosses are not in their usual "i need an analysis on the drop of satisfaction score in 5 minutes" fashion. skype has stopped blinking and the avaya phone has been sitting silently in front of me like a paper weight. my mailbox is now an hour empty, except for the occasional spams i've gladly received.
of course, this day has brought a fresh start courtesy of a new hairstyle and a new pair of shoes. at least even if i'm haggard, i could still pull it off because of this new facade. or that's what i want to think of.
well, since there's an unbelievable absence of client call, meeting with the management, complaints against the reports, clarifications on the operations supervisors, workshop and coaching with qas, i am able to tag along the trail and tale of brian gorrel. much has been said about his revelations about the "gucci gang," the group of celine lopez, tim yap, tina tinio and other socialites and its alleged freeloading activities and use of "coke," i don't think i cannot ask for more. the story is very detailed and visual it is as if i am acquainted with these personalities/celebrities. the story is, in fact, omnipresent in the four corners of blogsphere.
after satiating myself with the dynamite, i've browsed the inquirer. not a good idea. right before my eyes are the big bold letters of "World Bank lists sources of corruption in Philippines" parading across the page. too heavy for my eyes as i've decided not to immerse too much to political arena. too constraining for a mind that has long kissed off the meaning of rest. or simply, it's just too hot to handle.
so i just sit in front of this pc, wishing that the chair would turn into a banana boat where i can stretch my legs while having banana daiquiris. now that is the real event of my life.
makati city
i'm having the event of my life these past days. my bosses are not in their usual "i need an analysis on the drop of satisfaction score in 5 minutes" fashion. skype has stopped blinking and the avaya phone has been sitting silently in front of me like a paper weight. my mailbox is now an hour empty, except for the occasional spams i've gladly received.
of course, this day has brought a fresh start courtesy of a new hairstyle and a new pair of shoes. at least even if i'm haggard, i could still pull it off because of this new facade. or that's what i want to think of.
well, since there's an unbelievable absence of client call, meeting with the management, complaints against the reports, clarifications on the operations supervisors, workshop and coaching with qas, i am able to tag along the trail and tale of brian gorrel. much has been said about his revelations about the "gucci gang," the group of celine lopez, tim yap, tina tinio and other socialites and its alleged freeloading activities and use of "coke," i don't think i cannot ask for more. the story is very detailed and visual it is as if i am acquainted with these personalities/celebrities. the story is, in fact, omnipresent in the four corners of blogsphere.
after satiating myself with the dynamite, i've browsed the inquirer. not a good idea. right before my eyes are the big bold letters of "World Bank lists sources of corruption in Philippines" parading across the page. too heavy for my eyes as i've decided not to immerse too much to political arena. too constraining for a mind that has long kissed off the meaning of rest. or simply, it's just too hot to handle.
so i just sit in front of this pc, wishing that the chair would turn into a banana boat where i can stretch my legs while having banana daiquiris. now that is the real event of my life.
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