I didn't title this post because I don't know how it will turn out. And I'm not going to title it once I finish it because I figured that since I don't know how it came about, it has no theme, and as we all know, a theme is central in creating a title (at least that is how I normally write the stuff I put here).
There is no real logic to what I am saying because I am writing this as things come to me. As much as possible I don't try to think ahead of myself, just writing the words that pop into my head and tell their story. I'm not into connecting words to form meaningless sentences, just connecting words into somewhat coherent sentences that will not (hopefully) give anyone who reads this a headache in trying to find the meaning of this post.
This is by no means the last time I will do this thing here. I will do it again in the future, that is a fact.
Okay, now that that is out of the way...
I'm here at the office now. I'm hearing the sound of conversations in front of me and the blaring of music behind me. Butchik, the son of our Assistant Secretary's Secretary (Ate Lanny) is running up and down a narrow corridor that bisects our office while Kuya Daqs strangely Visayan-accented Tagalog muffles the sound of Butchik's shoes. Then I am now hearing the distinct scraping of shoe soles on the floor, signifying that my "best friend" is walking (how his affected way of walking irritates me so!) the corridors, trying to find someone to talk to I gather (or perhaps he just heard Butchik running). I hear Butchik with his mother now, together with Kuya Boy, Kuya Daqs, Denia, Pare Dismas and God knows who else.
The PLDT phone in our division just rang, picked up by Kuya Exie who gave the phone to Ate Tess. Kuya Ming is busy emptying our trash bins, Kuya Daqs is looking at some of his papers, Major Real is busy surfing the net and Ate Tess just finished her phone conversation, leaving the office to go the toilet.
Tita Vi approached me asking why our division did not have a list of our functions and responsibilities, and I tell her I don't know.
The stress in realizing the importance of what Tita Vi just showed me has now begun to engulf my body. i know that it will be up to me - again - to fix this lapse. Sigh. I'll think about it later. Oh wait, I have a dinner date with Caroline later. Sheesh, I must remind myself of my daily schedules.
The air conditioning is softly humming as I am typing this post, pausing for brief moments just to scratch my head. It's not that I don't know what I'm going to type next nor is it stress (I tend to sratch my head violently whenever I'm stressed out). It's just that I have a lot of dandruff now. Hehehe.
Going back to this post, I now hear Ate Tess calling Mike, one of our resident info tech specialists. Form what Ate Tess told me, her computer has gone bonkers again and she's asking Mike the tech guy to fix it.
It's now 4:32 and I'm now smelling the perfume used by my best friend... Damn, the smell is offensive. I want to retch for smelling it. Since it is already 4 in the afternoon, that smell means that he is preparing to leave. Good riddance.
Right now, I'm just waiting for the clock to reach 5 so that I can go home. My father is picking me up from work (because I will be the one driving the car when we go home). Kuya Boy just entered the office as Butchik ran the corridor again.
Kuya Exie and Ate Olive just entered the room and Kuya Exie sat on his table. He's going home too. The noise level in our office has just increased, indicating that everyone is itching to leave for home. Just like me.
No wonder I don't get anything done, right? I'm just blogging away to pass the time. What a waste of government time and money. But then again, it would not be a waste of government time and money if I had something to do! As it is, I'm still waiting for the results of my work to come down from the office of our Undersecretary for Operations. In whose office, I am reliably told, contains stacks of documents piled up high, waiting for his signature. Sheesh. Anyway, he's a lawyer by profession so maybe he's just using that "lawyer" intellect to sift through those documents one by one. Whatever those documents contain.
Question: Why do lawyers think they are superior just because they can interpret the wording of anything to mean just what they say they mean? I could never understand that. And I don't think I ever will.
I just coughed twice. I'm still sick with a cough and a runny nose, though my flu has been gone since yesterday. I just hope I have regained enough strength to fully recover. Otherwise, I'm going to be absent for the next couple of days.
Okay, it's now 15 minutes before 5 pm and I think I have to stop now. My wrists and fingers are aching.
Somebody just opened the tv at ANC. An interview is being conducted with the latest Arroyo official to resign. No, I don't want to listen to that anymore...
There is no real logic to what I am saying because I am writing this as things come to me. As much as possible I don't try to think ahead of myself, just writing the words that pop into my head and tell their story. I'm not into connecting words to form meaningless sentences, just connecting words into somewhat coherent sentences that will not (hopefully) give anyone who reads this a headache in trying to find the meaning of this post.
This is by no means the last time I will do this thing here. I will do it again in the future, that is a fact.
Okay, now that that is out of the way...
I'm here at the office now. I'm hearing the sound of conversations in front of me and the blaring of music behind me. Butchik, the son of our Assistant Secretary's Secretary (Ate Lanny) is running up and down a narrow corridor that bisects our office while Kuya Daqs strangely Visayan-accented Tagalog muffles the sound of Butchik's shoes. Then I am now hearing the distinct scraping of shoe soles on the floor, signifying that my "best friend" is walking (how his affected way of walking irritates me so!) the corridors, trying to find someone to talk to I gather (or perhaps he just heard Butchik running). I hear Butchik with his mother now, together with Kuya Boy, Kuya Daqs, Denia, Pare Dismas and God knows who else.
The PLDT phone in our division just rang, picked up by Kuya Exie who gave the phone to Ate Tess. Kuya Ming is busy emptying our trash bins, Kuya Daqs is looking at some of his papers, Major Real is busy surfing the net and Ate Tess just finished her phone conversation, leaving the office to go the toilet.
Tita Vi approached me asking why our division did not have a list of our functions and responsibilities, and I tell her I don't know.
The stress in realizing the importance of what Tita Vi just showed me has now begun to engulf my body. i know that it will be up to me - again - to fix this lapse. Sigh. I'll think about it later. Oh wait, I have a dinner date with Caroline later. Sheesh, I must remind myself of my daily schedules.
The air conditioning is softly humming as I am typing this post, pausing for brief moments just to scratch my head. It's not that I don't know what I'm going to type next nor is it stress (I tend to sratch my head violently whenever I'm stressed out). It's just that I have a lot of dandruff now. Hehehe.
Going back to this post, I now hear Ate Tess calling Mike, one of our resident info tech specialists. Form what Ate Tess told me, her computer has gone bonkers again and she's asking Mike the tech guy to fix it.
It's now 4:32 and I'm now smelling the perfume used by my best friend... Damn, the smell is offensive. I want to retch for smelling it. Since it is already 4 in the afternoon, that smell means that he is preparing to leave. Good riddance.
Right now, I'm just waiting for the clock to reach 5 so that I can go home. My father is picking me up from work (because I will be the one driving the car when we go home). Kuya Boy just entered the office as Butchik ran the corridor again.
Kuya Exie and Ate Olive just entered the room and Kuya Exie sat on his table. He's going home too. The noise level in our office has just increased, indicating that everyone is itching to leave for home. Just like me.
No wonder I don't get anything done, right? I'm just blogging away to pass the time. What a waste of government time and money. But then again, it would not be a waste of government time and money if I had something to do! As it is, I'm still waiting for the results of my work to come down from the office of our Undersecretary for Operations. In whose office, I am reliably told, contains stacks of documents piled up high, waiting for his signature. Sheesh. Anyway, he's a lawyer by profession so maybe he's just using that "lawyer" intellect to sift through those documents one by one. Whatever those documents contain.
Question: Why do lawyers think they are superior just because they can interpret the wording of anything to mean just what they say they mean? I could never understand that. And I don't think I ever will.
I just coughed twice. I'm still sick with a cough and a runny nose, though my flu has been gone since yesterday. I just hope I have regained enough strength to fully recover. Otherwise, I'm going to be absent for the next couple of days.
Okay, it's now 15 minutes before 5 pm and I think I have to stop now. My wrists and fingers are aching.
Somebody just opened the tv at ANC. An interview is being conducted with the latest Arroyo official to resign. No, I don't want to listen to that anymore...
posted by Marc dela Peña | 4:10 PM
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