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Friday, November 30, 2007

Pouring Out


I had only been gone for three days to the highlands of Antique and when I came back to the office, I was jolted by the news that one of our officemate was leaving for the US tomorrow, 30 November!. As in, hwat? how did that happen? When did things happen? Earlier last week she was still busy talking about the industry study, how frustrated she was with top management for not giving all out support to the project. Now she is packing her bags, making last minute phone calls before catching the 5pm trip to Manila to make it to her trip to the US the following day. Everybody's feeling everything - excitement, happiness, nostalgia, fear, crippled, sad.

We're all excited and happy for her. I've known her to apply to embassies and firms through the internet and I know this is something that she's been waiting to happen. She's talked about her husband's relatives in Canada, her sister in the UAE and she would joke around saying "Hoy, pahulma niyo ko bala kwarta kay ipang-show money ko lang!" to which we will all respond with our ridiculous offers. She has applied for jobs online, relentlessly, sometimes just for the fun of it. But this one, the trip to Tampa, Florida to work for Hyatt, we all never saw it coming. At least not until now.

We feel nostalgia for everything that she is leaving behind. I personally feel it. She was the first friend I ever had in our division. I assumed her position when she got promoted. She is just this sweet, kalog cowgirl who was so much a kenkoy yet she could get serious when duty calls. She helped me understand the mundane details of my job through her personal experiences with the same division. We grew apart though when I was transferred to the other side of the room when they rearranged the computers. Just the same, I enjoyed the radiance in her personality even from afar.

We are also afraid for her. Because of the nature of her trip, the suddenness of everything, she really didn't have the luxury of time to prepare everyone around her, especially the office. I think she just handed in her resignation this week. And she still has unliquidated cash advances for her unfinished travel plus the data gathering for the industry study which is now seeing the doom of incompletion with the year close to an end. No proper turn-over of responsibilities was ever done being pressed for time. Add to that the fact that no courtesy was done informing the boss of her leaving! It's like "let my resignation letter speak for itself!" We're all sensing the wrath of the boss!

Our supervisor called in sick due to LBM, probably because of the stress. She's just as afraid as we are, even more, I guess, of finally facing the boss and answering questions like "why is this happening? why do you allow this to happen under you nose? and you didn't even do anything about it? what will happen now? do you even know the implication of this to the organization?" As if any of her answers would ever suffice. But she has to try and she has to do it on top of all the hustle bustle of the year-end activities.

What will happen now to all the benefits due her? her last salary? what about her accounts? wait a minute, I think she still owes me... What will HR do about her documents? Will she ever obtain a clearance from the office? ... and so the list goes on...

As for the office, it will definitely feel her loss. Having her around seems easy, given her easy personality. She's handling one of the big accounts loaded with so many lined up activities for next year. She's worked so hard gearing the sector towards compliances, certifications and accreditations, fought for the staff to obtain relevant training to be capable of handling consultancies, worked with the key players in the sector to get them organized and assisted in the formulation of road maps for the improvement of the products of the region. What happens to all that now?

So many concerns and mixed emotions were felt as her leaving was taking it's last steps to finality. When the clock struck three, she finally announced it and waved goodbye. There was just no time to cry, just the heavy feeling of seeing her go under the circumstances. Hay..... kasubo.


Sunday, November 25, 2007

Hummer Time!


Thanks to our MIS front (wo)man, we were able to avail of the Digital Graphics Production Training for our yearly staff development training! Sounds cool, huh? The objective of the training is to capacitate the staff in the preparation of promo collaterals and presentations through the wonders of Adobe Photoshop. I very much welcomed the idea for all my personal reasons. One, upon completion of the training, I get to receive a certificate which definitely makes a good inclusion in my resume and two, I get to improve on my crude Photoshop ways which I learned with the help of internet tutorials and expert-friend gladita.

The training was hands-on, everyone was seated in front of a pc loaded with the program, It was like being in a computer laboratory all over again. Our instructor, a practitioner in the field of advertising and programming, dealt with our questions and kakulitans all at the same time. I enjoyed watching my classmates explore their creativity (which I certainly lack LOL) while others took the tasks rather seriously.

For our outputs we were guided in the making of our own calling card, desktop wallpaper, PowerPoint template, CD cover, flyer, brochure and tarpaulin banner. All that we learned in just 5 days!

It was a productive time-out from our regular office work. Now we (pwede sila lang?) are expected to apply the skill in our line of work. Better collaterals and more attractive presentations. With time and a lot of practice, I'm sure most of the participants of the training will be able to exploit the benefits of the training. As for me, well, I have other plans.....

Btw, the film strip was one of the tricks we were taught during the training. This one I made on my own with Chikoy's favorite toys - the Hummers!

Monday, November 19, 2007

When Forces Collide

We went to visit Chikoy's doc yesterday for our long overdue immunization schedule. (Thank the government for yearend bonus! ) Based on our experience, it usually takes at least two hours of waiting time before getting served. And so the plan was we eat early lunch then head for the clinic.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one with a plan, flocks of mommies with children in tow came almost the same time as we did. There were already 28 early birds waiting to be served before us and the doc just got in!

A "Notable" Interruption
A drug company had this irritatingly creative way of promoting their products to the people in the waiting room: get a free balloon for every purchase of bundled vitamins! The balloons were in bright orange screaming "take me home! take me home!" A very, very good marketing strategy, I should say, resulting to kids in the room jumping up and about, whining and throwing tantrums pushing their guardians to buy whatever the reps were selling in order to get a balloon! Tskato na bala?

Lucky for them I wasn't around during their sales pitch, else I would have lashed out on them! Indirectly of course, with a little bit of sarcasm. Because I wasn't around, our nanny got a boink on the head after Chikoy hit him with his toy car as she made an alibi for not buying. A desperate act which ended in remorse, tears and sleep. Hehehe, and the nanny had to deal with it all by herself! (I'm so evil!)

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Friday, November 09, 2007

Boznik by Another Name(s)

I'm calling my son by a different name these days ---- Chikoy, a contraction of Buchikoy, deriving from Botitor (if you're an Ilonggo, you would hate your mom for giving you this nick! LOL) which I sometimes truncate to Boti, a variation for Boz which is, well, the shortcut of Boznik which is very very far off from his real name Jan Benjamin.

He also likes it when I call him baby shark and sing him to sleep in an improv lullaby "sleep my darling baby, my baby is a shark...." then he would cuddle up beside me with matching whimpering sound.

The weirdest!
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