The case of the vanishing thnigs

Ten years with this office and I know for sure that there are three things that I should not leave lying around.

One, ballpen. I can safely leave a P1,000.00 bill on my table of several days, but not a pen of whatever kind, brand, or color. It’s going to disappear faster than I can say my brother’s  name. 

And his name is Vic.

Two, slippers. After a business trip to Japan many years ago, the boss declared that from thenceforth, no shoes will be allowed inside the comfort room. Call it the Japanese influence over my ChiFil boss but ever since that day, the office has bought perhaps more than a hundred slippers that the employees should use inside the comfort room. I think the Admin. Division bought more than a dozen pairs some three weeks back. This morning, there are only two pairs left. And somebody has yet to show up wearing slippers to the office.

Three, cup and saucer. Where did the cups and saucers in the OGM’s pantry go??? Luchie, the utility assigned at the OGM, bought several sets of them last year. The last time I checked (and that was this morning for my daily dose of caffeine), only one cup remains, proudly sitting in a corner of the cupboard and screaming to my face "I survived! I survived!". Yep, and I’m sure not for long.

Calling Sherlock Holmes.

Been hurt?

Found this somewhere in the Web:

"I look back to the day someone I considered a friend and a sister hurt me to the core and i know that life is occasionally studded with people who test your strength and patience, and replete with people who believe in your truth."- mikaella

 

I don’t know her (sorry, mikaella)….but she might have been speaking from my shoes as well. Very, very well said. San Mig Light to that.

Cold, blueberry cheesecake and Lozada

Not feeling well since last week, got cough and cold. Am not sure if it’s because of the weather or due to stress. I dropped by the nearby grocery this morning to buy myself Del Monte pineapple juice. The “fruits supplier” of the office, Dexter gave me a pack of kiat-kiat and half a kilo of longan (will pay for those, of course). I’ve been drinking liters of lukewarm water since 8 AM today. If I don’t get better in two days, I’ll buy the antibiotics the doctor prescribed me yesterday. As much as possible, I do away with antibiotics especially after my self-medication some two years ago which almost killed me.

Well, anyway, I’m back to my desk after almost a week in Cagayan De Oro City. I assisted the PAWD COMELEC in the PAWD 2008 Election held there last February 8. In between errands for my boss who was COMELEC Chair, I was able to squeeze in three case digests for Labor Standards and a visit to my CDO-based high school classmate, Candy. Was I glad to see her! Haven’t seen her since graduation. She now owns a bakeshop/restaurant (Candy’s) across the Limketkai Mall. She’s got the best blueberry cheesecake I ever tasted. Yummy, yummy.

The week I was in CDO, Manila was agog with Lozada’s “homecoming” of sorts. Claiming to have been abducted by his own escorts until the nuns of the De La Salle outwitted them and “smuggled” him out, Lozada is perceived to be the key that will open the Pandora’s box that hide intricate details of graft and corruption clothing the NBN deal.

Haaaaaaaaayyy….! What’s new? We all know that graft and corruption is all over the Philippine bureaucracy, so much that the two have almost become synonymous terms. Whose fault? Partly because of the greed of the people up there (imagine Sec. Neri instructing Lozada “to moderate their greed”). But how many are them? Just a few. How many of us are down here who put them there? Millions. We have the power. We get to exercise that power every election day. But then, we also allow ourselves to be corrupted by trapos during the campaign period. We allow them to buy our votes. We vote for a person because he is “kumpare”, “kababayan”, “kapitbahay”, etc. It’s always patronage politics every election period, over and over again. And we never get to learn our lesson. The corrupt are there because we deserve them. Stop complaining. Either that, or vote wisely in the next elections.

Next round of blueberry cheesecake, please.