Here we go again. The other day, I got a phone call from Engagement. Currently they are seeking to close a deal. Proposals, budgets, resources – all those paper works and negotiations are in the works to win this project. Apparently, I am one of the candidates for this 3-month on-site assignment, which explained the phone call.
This afternoon, the RM head went up to me at my cube. He asked for my permission if it would be okay to line me up for the mentioned on-site project. Definitely, out of practice, before agreeing to something I asked for details. As usual, RM head does not have the specifics on hand as of the moment. All I got was nine months will be added to the initial three months.
With the so-called economic situation, the logical response that I had to give was my positive word. Did I make the right decision of saying “yes”, despite the minimal information?
Oh well. Nothing is certain for now. For this project to materialize is still uncertain. In addition, knowing how HS handled these circumstances, this will take decades to transpire – that is if ever it will happen. There is nothing I can do but pray what is best for my professed career and me.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
On No Comment
I find it annoying when I get a “no comment” or “secret” response after I have asked a sincere and serious question. I asked because I do not know. I asked because I want to understand. I asked because I care.
Is it wrong for me to know, to understand and to care? Is it none of my business thus the “no comment/secret” response?
Well, I apologize for my intrusions. If you do not want me to make pakialam, then why did you text me that you want to talk to me in private in the first place then take it back after.
Is it offensive for me to expect a decent answer after leading me?
Answer: No Comment!
Is it wrong for me to know, to understand and to care? Is it none of my business thus the “no comment/secret” response?
Well, I apologize for my intrusions. If you do not want me to make pakialam, then why did you text me that you want to talk to me in private in the first place then take it back after.
Is it offensive for me to expect a decent answer after leading me?
Answer: No Comment!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
On Mondays
I dread Mondays. Monday is usually associated to Panic Monday since Mondays mean the start of another grueling work week. In my current project, our PM thought of this Pan de Monday activity wherein a group is in-charge to bring Pan de Sal or whatever breakfast food to entice people to come in work early during Mondays.
This activity is most often than not futile for a person who chooses sleep over food anytime. In the number of Mondays that gone by, I’ve only bonded with the group once. Honestly, I’ve tried to get up countless times so I could take part in this Pan de Monday activity but I often fail. All I can say is.. "At least I tried".
Tomorrow is another Panic Monday. Tomorrow is another day to overcome my laziness. Tomorrow is another chance to bond with my group mates. Tomorrow is another test of my will power.
I guess all I can do is try and try until I succeed. :) Aja!
This activity is most often than not futile for a person who chooses sleep over food anytime. In the number of Mondays that gone by, I’ve only bonded with the group once. Honestly, I’ve tried to get up countless times so I could take part in this Pan de Monday activity but I often fail. All I can say is.. "At least I tried".
Tomorrow is another Panic Monday. Tomorrow is another day to overcome my laziness. Tomorrow is another chance to bond with my group mates. Tomorrow is another test of my will power.
I guess all I can do is try and try until I succeed. :) Aja!
On Moving On
I have been a corporate slave in the same company for almost 4 years. I did not notice that it has been that long until now. I thought that I would be the first ones to move out. Lo and behold, I might get a pen.
On the other hand, my salary is still the same from a year ago. In fairness, that amount is already 100% more when I started. I wonder how I survived earning four digits bi-monthly when I first started.
Am I happy with what I am doing? Am I contented with what I am doing? Am I well compensated? Is this time for me to move on?
On the other hand, my salary is still the same from a year ago. In fairness, that amount is already 100% more when I started. I wonder how I survived earning four digits bi-monthly when I first started.
Am I happy with what I am doing? Am I contented with what I am doing? Am I well compensated? Is this time for me to move on?
Monday, June 08, 2009
On Torpe
On my way to my ULTIMATE experience, I received an SMS, which read:
“*Insert my name* punta ka b today?”
Suddenly I felt an unknown surge of sensation in my body. My heart beat faster. After three grueling minutes of emotion containment, I replied:
“Yup. You?”
His answer:
“I’m thinking pa. Wala ako kasama. Haha.”
At the back of my head, what do you call me? Am I not considered as company? Ouch. In my vain attempt not to nag him, I just said:
“Anye. Tara na!”
In which I got this response:
“Cge, let me think abwt it hehe.”
After that last SMS, I did not reply anymore for I do not want to harass him. I do not want to blow my cover. I might appear that I want him to come so I can at least catch a glimpse of him… Even if that is what I really, want deep down. On the other hand, I just want some uncertainty of not knowing if he will make it or not.
To my dismay, he did not show up. Oh well. Then again, why did he ask if I would make it? Is he not comfortable and satisfied with my company so he decided not to go? Or is he shy because he will in his lonesome?
Hay. Ayaw ko ng torpe.. pero gusto ko *ata* siya.
“*Insert my name* punta ka b today?”
Suddenly I felt an unknown surge of sensation in my body. My heart beat faster. After three grueling minutes of emotion containment, I replied:
“Yup. You?”
His answer:
“I’m thinking pa. Wala ako kasama. Haha.”
At the back of my head, what do you call me? Am I not considered as company? Ouch. In my vain attempt not to nag him, I just said:
“Anye. Tara na!”
In which I got this response:
“Cge, let me think abwt it hehe.”
After that last SMS, I did not reply anymore for I do not want to harass him. I do not want to blow my cover. I might appear that I want him to come so I can at least catch a glimpse of him… Even if that is what I really, want deep down. On the other hand, I just want some uncertainty of not knowing if he will make it or not.
To my dismay, he did not show up. Oh well. Then again, why did he ask if I would make it? Is he not comfortable and satisfied with my company so he decided not to go? Or is he shy because he will in his lonesome?
Hay. Ayaw ko ng torpe.. pero gusto ko *ata* siya.
Sunday, June 07, 2009
The Case of the Key
In our household amidst our common interactions we have our own separate lives. We have different obligations and schedules. We come in and out our abode at diverse times. The young once have their own set of keys in order to prevent hassle and danger.
Shockingly, it was not a fool proof strategy. The other night our eldest ranged the bell and honked his horn when he arrived. Our 3rd was disturbed from her online life and opened the gate to our fortress. Mysteriously one of our eldest's keys was nowhere to be found in his green and white lanyard! Thus the need to create noise in order to be noticed.
How could a key suddenly fall off a key ring? The green and white lanyard was last placed inside Daisy – the tae green vehicle. Assuming it was not there, it was usually among its fellow keys. But according to our eldest he remembered perfectly that he left it in his beloved Daisy.
Our eldest had a suspicion on where the key might have vanished. He left the green and white lanyard amongst its fellow keys before he went up to sleep. He assured us with conviction that it will be there tomorrow. Lo and behold, when he woke up, his keys were mind-bogglingly complete! However, the missing key was not in its rightful place. Obviously, the suspect was in a rush to put it back.
What sucks is the culprit does not even know that she has been caught. Should we confront her? Or wait til something more outrageous transpires?
Shockingly, it was not a fool proof strategy. The other night our eldest ranged the bell and honked his horn when he arrived. Our 3rd was disturbed from her online life and opened the gate to our fortress. Mysteriously one of our eldest's keys was nowhere to be found in his green and white lanyard! Thus the need to create noise in order to be noticed.
How could a key suddenly fall off a key ring? The green and white lanyard was last placed inside Daisy – the tae green vehicle. Assuming it was not there, it was usually among its fellow keys. But according to our eldest he remembered perfectly that he left it in his beloved Daisy.
Our eldest had a suspicion on where the key might have vanished. He left the green and white lanyard amongst its fellow keys before he went up to sleep. He assured us with conviction that it will be there tomorrow. Lo and behold, when he woke up, his keys were mind-bogglingly complete! However, the missing key was not in its rightful place. Obviously, the suspect was in a rush to put it back.
What sucks is the culprit does not even know that she has been caught. Should we confront her? Or wait til something more outrageous transpires?
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
On "Hi"
How would you feel if you bump into your old school friend whom you have not seen for what seemed like months? This friend of yours was part of one of your high school groups. However, this friend is not just an ordinary friend; this friend was your interest during junior year.
I did not notice him; he was the first who greeted me! Then again, with my grand entrance it was unavoidable not to notice me. With a simple “Hi, *insert name*!” a bizarre sensation occurred. Butterflies flew. Hair tucked. Head tilted. Eyes twinkled. Words stuttered.
It started with a “Hi!” and it left me high.
I did not notice him; he was the first who greeted me! Then again, with my grand entrance it was unavoidable not to notice me. With a simple “Hi, *insert name*!” a bizarre sensation occurred. Butterflies flew. Hair tucked. Head tilted. Eyes twinkled. Words stuttered.
It started with a “Hi!” and it left me high.
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