Pseudo Submarine

Last weekend should herald the start of rainy season here in the Philippines. It has been raining everyday since last Saturday. Five more days of rain, and it would be "official."

Last night, I detoured to Greenhills to pick up Olive. I was there around 6:55 PM, coming from field work, I was able to get to Greenhills early. By 7:10, Olive and I were on our way home. Rain started to drop around 6:45; by 7:20, I cannot see past 2 feet in front of me, the rain was pouring as if a bucket (a VERY big one at that) opened the heavens and was tipped over the city.

Boyd is a '92 Civic Hatchback, with 13" rim tires, lower than most cars since it is "sporty." Well, Boyd proved his ability at swimming last night, wading through flood waters, threatening at one point to quit, but with a little sweet talk (and lots of prayers), we were able to make it home all right. Whew!

Timog (street? avenue?) was the dividing line, we were three blocks from home and yet cannot cross flood waters that would be half the height of Boyd. Boyd is a swimmer, almost but not quite a submarine yet.

There was a point that I parked in a mall in Quezon Avenue, deciding to have dinner while going to wait for the flood waters to go down a bit. What do you know? The only eating place in the compound is Chowking! Of all the luck. I tried (really I did!), but I can't bring myself to order. Olive took pity on me, and after going to the little girls' room, we decided to try our luck again. We retraced our route, and were lucky enough to get to another restaurant a block away, where we finally had our dinner...anywhere but Chowking! Hehehe.

I started out at 6PM and finally got home at 10 PM in my psudo-submarine. Go, Boyd!

How Sweet

I have seen enough of broken marriages and relationships turning sour that it kind of puts me off the idea of being committed. I live in Asia, more specifically, in the Philippines - here, it is weird if you are my age and is still single. People constantly ask and speculate as to why you are still single at this point in life. You'd get questions and opinions of all kinds - ranging from "maybe you're too picky" to "Are you gay?" Seriously! I am such a cynic, or perhaps that is just my excuse for still being single.

Personally, I can't picture myself being married, more so now after I got sick.

Last Friday, I witnessed the other side of marriage, the joyful side, that is. I saw how a couple can miss one another so, I saw that one of the strongest foundation of a couple's relationship is friendship. I never thought I will ever witness that kind of sweetness from a couple who is married for almost 25 years. 25 years and they act like they're still dating. Wow.

So, to those who are getting married and who are married, I think that if you don't forget your friendship, and top that with unconditional love, you pretty much have it made.

The Office Bitch

People are bugging me about writing an entry. Well, it indeed has been a month since I last posted. How time flies, even if you are miserable.

Well, I finally finished the transcription that was given to me six months ago...heeheehee...hurrah!

I have been enjoying my badminton games. I can play longer now without tiring easily. Another hurrah!

On the downside, work just sucks. I nearly got fired because of office politics, but that's all water under the bridge. I was accused of being slack in my job. ME???? NOT WORKING???? All those who know me can say that I could be accused of being a workaholic but never a slacker. All those who have worked with me can vouch that I can and do work that is assigned me and then some, sometimes more than some; but NOT working??? Are we talking of the same person?

Anyway, the real deal is coming to light. I have proven my detractor wrong (the bitch!); and that all the things that I am claiming are indeed true. Thing is, the bitch still has the upper hand, being part of the ExCom and the saddest part of all, having the President's ear. Hmmmm....

Last Friday, I finally blew my top and had a shouting match with the bitch. Actually, I just had to raise my voice over hers so that I could be heard. Sometimes, I really wonder what am I doing in that company, talking to dysfunctional people.

This morning, the bitch got into the office after I did, and she was greeting me oh so sweetly, making small talk. I answered oh so sweetly but inwardly, I was cringing and gagging. My boss, the COO, told me to improve my people skills. She told me to act like a salesman, especially with my "best friend," the office bitch.

Yeah, right. In the meantime, I will "improve" my people skills and continue working, until I can find another job, or until my Plan B takes off.

Yep, I survived cancer, I can survive the office bitch. She's just a walk in the park.