The Week That Was
Monday
Had lunch with my good friend Fifi at Greens. We ate food that was mostly grass and leaves. We had an appetizer that tasted like paper dashed with jalapeno powder. Spicy paper is still paper. (In my frustration, I bought Doritos on the way back to work).
I also suggested a theory on Global Warming. It’s the collective heat of the pent up “frustration” of all the single women of the world. So congress and the UN should get us all boyfriends to stop this global disaster.
Tuesday
Was called into a meeting. “Ana, sama ka dito sandali“. That was 10am. The meeting ended 630pm. Yes, “sandali” means seven and a half hours in Filipino.
Wednesday
There’s a sense of fulfillment and pride when you sit in a meeting and people throw in words like “the bailout“, “obama“, “palin vs. biden“, “income elasticity“, “gross regional domestic product” alongside words like “nag-away si richard at si aljur dahil kay jewel“.
I love my job.
Thursday
A hundred screaming, crying, running, tripping, drooling, sweating kids tore into the office for our yearly trick-or-treat. I gave away melamine-free wafers and cookies.
“Where’s Cojie?” I was asked. I decided not to bring him this year because my parents are still not in the right condition to be running after a toddler. And I had to work.
My family and I had dinner that night anyways. I like Cojie to myself.
Friday
Half Day. Half Day. Half Day. Half Day. Half Day. It was like a rain dance. If you think about it long and hard enough, those collective thoughts summon the gods and so they can do the impossible: You Can Go Home Now.
And we did.
Next up: Leg Wax and a pedicure.
