Relocation

It was Thursday. One of the last days of the work week. I feel like it has only begun. After a hellish morning of meetings, getting ambushed for proposals, starstruck moments with childhood idols, I now sit in the little aquarium in our office. Shunning the rest of the office and enveloping my consciousness in the relative quiteness of this tiny little shelter from what I consider the Daily Grind.

The sun apparently has started to set. The beautiful orange glow of the sun saying its last farewell while embracing the buildings of Bonifacio High Street tells me that it will be gone soon. Like a musician on his final sonata, the golden hue of the waning light casts both a somber yet beautiful mood over me. It would soon be time to go home. But not just yet. I still had a lot to finish. I still had proposals to do, reports to be completed, blog entries to be written. But for a brief moment I just sit and stare out blankly into the world. I watch people come and go. Fingers crunching keyboards into submission. Turning time into money, just like a modern day Rumpelstiltskin weaving locks of hair into valuable strands of gold.

I again am faced with the overwhelming need to escape. That primal instinct to just bolt. I wanted to. I didn’t. Instead I sat down and opened up powerpoint.

I did the next best thing. I relocated. I saw the little office and headed for it like a bat out of hell. If I had to work I would at least do so blasting music for the next few hours.

And I did.

Hunkered down, with the office lappy, I started myself pounding on the keypads. Editing as best I could the powerpoint presentation which called itself the “Genting Workshop”.

I know I may be posting some weird stuff lately. I started this blog originally to become my source for escape and release even if just for the few minutes it takes me to write entries. I sit here now contemplating if I had done it a bit too much with the flowery words and over-the-top expressive writing. But then again, its my blog.

It has been a few days since Ondoy, “little boy”, ravaged through our country. Yet, as we gain or at least inch a bit closer to that sense of normalcy in our lives, we are again confronted with another possible catastrophe. Pepeng is now considered a super typhoon and is expected to hit our already battered country. I saw posts calling for prayers. I now see posts of concern. But more amazing I saw posts calling for courage and heroism. I recently saw a graphic made by somone which reads: “Where I’m from everyone is a hero.” Indeed.

Heroes are not born out of necessity. Heroes are made out of humility.