Recycle Bin

© flickr: KM (Benny)

This has become a routine: Go to wordpress.com, write a new post, start a random sentence, and, after few incoherent sentences, click the Log out link. Beside the link, it says ‘Howdy, heyru!‘ If only the page could talk, I could never imagine it to scream curses at me. Loser!

Now, let’s look at some trash.

1. I went hometown and my interest in interior designing evolved. I am responsible for the renovation of our kitchen and dining area. And that’s a plus to the office work.
2. Back to the city, I made a detour to booze with friends from 6PM until midnight. First stop is at the Fiesta Strip @ SM City Cebu, then at the Old Skol in Banilad. I couldn’t believe we had 3 jars of margarita, as well as sets of beer and ‘pulutan’.
3. I and MBA groupmates dined at Casa Verde, which is famous for their ribs despite the price. However, the pork did not sink into my taste.
4. I and other friends strolled at The Walk, dined at Mooon Cafe, had a beer tower, and squared the entire AsiaTown. Finally, we had some coffee at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.
5. A colleague criticized me for not that controlling to my team members. I was speechless.
6. Work has been more work. And I hate to elaborate…
7. My report in class was good because I was confident! I was so happy!
8. Coordinating our group’s cheerdance team at work has been too tiring. Now, I realized I should have joined the dance team. The sweat is just comparable as running errands.
9. The Pik-Nik in my drawer is already expired, as per the date below the can. We still ate it, anyway. Hehe!
10. And, oh, I had a new hairstyle. Goodbye, long hair!

The Resistance to Change

The report of my classmate regarding Organization Development stressed that “Change is Good. And it can be Done.” It was a striking introduction: for change in its inevitability can only give us the two sides of the coin.

(c) flickr: apesara

On a not-so-surprising incident, some of my colleagues in the workplace were into some arguments about the newly implemented policy of the company, which is tedious and erroneous due to unforeseen technical problems. The speakers who were behind the project insisted that everybody is entitled to abide the new policy, which aims to reduce company expense and simplify approach in the management system. The speakers also remarked that every new method/policy/law is bound to detrimental outcome on its early stages – which is, for me, a cliche. However, it was also sad to note that we were bound to cover up from the loopholes created by the immature implementation of the program.

Yes, there is always resistance to change. However, that resistance is prevalent and uproarious when the intellectual knows that there could be something better to do and expect, in the first place.

Back To School

So excited for graduate schooling, I almost missed the first class because I really don’t have any idea as to what room my class would be. I did not dare ask any department assistant before the “Sorry, we are closed”-signed glass door. Instead, I got the wrong bulletin which drove to the nearest internet cafe to check my class schedule online. I left the cafe frustrated and tried my luck back inside the campus.

Finally, after roaming the entire building, I met at the elevator my new classmate/friend, whose acquaintance she created during the enrolment period. If she did not get my attention, I could have missed her – in her formal attire to which she referred to as the get-up she was mistaken to be the teacher of the class by the early-bird classmates (?).

Anyway, she told me our unknown teacher is absent on the first day of our class. That relief was a frustration.

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P.S. Happy Philippine Independence Day (I almost forgot it’s also Happy Fiesta in Toledo City!)