April 13, 2011


In December, I was given the Loyalty Award.  Before I hear canned applause, however, let me qualify that loyalty is relative.  In my case, it means that I have been on the job for ten years.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Come to think of it, the fact that I am able to hold the same job for ten years is a personal victory of sorts.  (Applause, applause) A well-meaning boss once said that I thrive on "impermanency."  That routine bores me and that cubicles have a way of weighing me down. 

Oh well.  People and perspectives do change.  The bureaucracy, which I thought to be one long, endless routine of chasing paper and prolonged coffee breaks, has actually tamed my wandering spirit.  Sure, biometrics can be exasperating and office policies can be a drag.  Uniforms could use a little touching up and some people could use some gray matter.  But there is nothing "routine" about the people that come to the office every day.  Or about their stories.  Or about the friendships that have since translated into standing in as godparents many times over.  I have also realized that the bureaucracy is what you make it.  That if you go to the office day in and day out thinking that work sucks, it will.

The ten years have been a breeze.  Having worked in high-rises and in corporate jungles, I now find myself totally grounded.  And totally loving it.

April 9, 2011


I've never been really mindful of numbers.  Mathematics and I--we have a serious relationship gap made worse by horrible grades in college algebra. Two things had me thinking numbers recently, though: my blog archives and car plates.

Of course I know that I've been neglecting Anna's Tasa. I just didn't realize I am down to virtually one post a month until I happened to scan the archives part. How I got from 100 to three (thus far) in five years says a lot about my (lack of) focus.  Most days, I'd much rather read about other people's happenings than sit down. sit still and write about life and its sometimes dizzying turns. So much for 2011 resolutions, huh?

As for car plates, the spanking, from-the-factory vehicles vrooming around in my city have P-edition plates. Come to think of it, most of the "latest" cars when I was in college bore license plates that started with the letter P, too.  N was okay, because the very, very few old N-plated cars that I still see around here are candidates for cameo roles in Pinoy action movies.  But P?  Suddenly, I feel that college was a generation ago.

And it is, actually. But I'm not too keen on taking out the calculator to compute. : p