It is by no means doing a Naomi Campbell. It is more than that. Remember when Andy had to throw her cellphone at the Fontaine des Fleuves in Place de la Concorde and walked away? That was how it felt a couple of weeks ago when I handed in my resignation. Yes, I’m finally free from the organization! (And yes, I’m back writing and I am now free to write!)
For two straight Sundays, I found myself working in the office. Not only that these were the first time I had to work on a Sunday, my birthday also unfortunately fell on one of these days. Interestingly, I had to be in the office at exactly 7:00 a.m., traveling all the way from Marikina. The struggle is real.
… that was the first thing I thought of when I stepped inside this enclosed and highly-guarded area in Manila. It was so — clean. So clean that it was impossible to believe that such an oasis exists in the heart of this bustling city. The walkway leading to the main office building was lined with flagpoles and flanked with two Japanese koi ponds. I had been into this area last year, when we were to renew our clearance from NBI. I always wondered how the place looked inside, knowing what it was. You won’t be able to see anything from the streets, and I don’t remember having a peek while the LRT traverses Taft avenue (or is it even visible from the railway?). One has to leave an identification by the gate, subject any bags for inspection, and get frisked by the guard before entering. There were barely any people walking by the excellently manicured lawn, and I was half-expecting children doing cartwheels on the grass. LOL
I had a couple of “appointments” (you very well know what I am talking about) in the Philippine office of this international organization. But as much as I want to put its name in writing, I fear that doing so might either jinx my chances or bring the panel into my website. Not that I have anything to hide, but I just don’t want the contents of my blog to influence the selection process. I am still hoping for the best and, of course, preparing for the worst. What’s the worst thing that can happen now, anyway?
I’m fond of saying “How time flies!”, yet I won’t back down using the expression again. My blog turns two today, and I only realized it this afternoon. There might be considerable lows in terms of post turnout lately, but I think I might be slowly catching up. However, there is still that task of putting tags and properly categorizing each entries — in the coming days, maybe. (See my new banner above ^_^) It is worth mentioning also that June has finally arrived. Summer has passed and I still haven’t touched any sand from the beach, let alone a swimming pool. Every around 3:00 PM, the rain clouds begin forming, officially signalling the start of the rainy season. I’ve been wanting to bring my 14-hole Doc Martens with me to the apartment because they are the most weatherproof of all the boots that I have. For some weird reasons, I cannot find its shoelaces and I think that I should buy another pair from the shoe stores in Farmers Plaza.