On the lighter side of things, after a particularly stress filled morning of proposals, data collation, as well as writing, the afternoon was a bit light. No calls had to be made. No meetings to attend. No proposals to be rushed. Soo I decided to take the D200 for a spin. (Thanks Alvin for the camera!)

I noticed the different laptops open as well as desktops here in the office. I noticed the different screens and how each displayed the personality of the user. Let us take a look:

First One I took a picture of was Judd’s laptop. Lo-and-behold it was on Jester’s facebook. No surprises there.

Judd is on Jester's Facebook!

Next up was my laptop. I was actually surprised that it was on www.xkcd.com I find this blog really super witty. I read only 2 webcomics. http://www.xkcd.com and http://www.sinfest.com Check them out!

Me reading my online webcomic

Marcelle’s desktop was on plurk. He a certified plurk-a-holic!

A certified Plurk-a-holic!

Patty was as usual sending out e-mails and was busy selling!

Patty busy selling selling selling

I saw marcelle also making his acceptance speech via youtube!

Kels' acceptance speech for winning best blog post for 2009

Anyway another day in the office down. Countless left to go!

I admit I am a coffee addict. I love my Cappucinos. I love my lattes. I usually have my Cappucino with a double shot of espresso as well. I am addicted to coffee and all its perks. Trying out this new drink especially one costing as much as P145 during these financial trying times, was a bit of big stretch for me. I wanted something to break my funk. So off I troop to the newly re-opened TCB&TL to get my daily fix.

Chai Latte

I hesitated to order. But since there was an impatient bitch who kept tapping her foot and I could hear her groaning under her breath, I just gave in and ordered. I said “Chai latte. The Big one.” As for the bitch behind me, all she got was some kind of latte. All that stress and anxiety for a cup of coffee! (Hey bitch stop acting like a druggie please? ktnxbai!) I sat outside with Patty. It was so relaxing. That definitely broke my funk. One of the perks I suppose of working at BHS. The orange glow of sunset cast a sort of orange hue over the scenery. Simply beautiful.

The Office. Our workplace.

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.

Today's Workstation

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.

Office Laptop I begin to work

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.

Semblance of Productivity

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

In a team of 6, being a left alone in the office is quite sad. No one is beside me. No one behind me. No one to bug. No one to share a joke with or a quick laugh.

Today everyone left at approximately 3:00 PM. They all had afternoon meetings. I on the other hand did not. (I could have but rather decided to just save myself the trouble and do it via email)

2 things I noticed at work. Either everyone leaves really late. (which has been a trend lately) Or everyone leaves early. (like today) Notice how empty our tiny little space in the office is. No laptops except mine. The daily clutter of people working are all replaced by tidy little chairs so quietly arranged. The pitter-patter of keyboards are replaced by the slow dying hum of the exhaust fan. The space is reasonably cooler with just me experiencing the cold of the air-conditioning unit.

No sudden bursts of laughter. No witty remarks at each other. No totally random questions being thrown each other in the effort (or rather with the hope that the train of thought we were carrying is shared via osmosis) of trying to get pass a hurdle.

Its just me and my thoughts and this blog.

I just laughed at my own joke.

Damn.

*on a more happier note: I got a new notebook today! My last one (which was filled with little scribbles on the randomness that is my life) got lost in Vigan. I wonder what I’ll use this for?