While I don’t usually post work-related stuff, I think I will make an exception today. Nothing in the content is sensitive with the work that we do and it was too interesting for a day not to write about.
I was only given a couple of minutes to breathe after I arrived in the office, when my boss asked me if I could join her to Quezon City. At first, I thought we were visiting QC Jail, which I have never visited. I have been inside a couple of detention places before but I have never visited the one in QC. It turns out, we had to go to QC to quickly drop by a workshop.
We left the office before 10:00 am. I should not be surprised of the traffic situation given that road congestion is everywhere in Manila regardless of the time (save for the wee hours of the night, I guess). But I was still surprised that the line of cars along EDSA was heartbreaking.
We made it in one piece, though, and after an hour, we were on our way from Kamuning. I haven’t been near this area for as long as I can remember. LOL The venue of the workshop was at B Hotel. It was very inconspicuous from the outside, but you’d be astounded once you get in. It was actually very nice.
The first thing I had to check out was the rest room.
After checking out the loo, I had to sit down and listen to the discussion among my colleagues and the people in attendance. However, we only had about an hour and a couple of minutes because it was near lunch time. You can’t help but feel annoyed that the traffic could have been better in Metro Manila. I would have loved to hear the earlier topics they had discussed.
What I was excited as well was the free lunch. LOL It might be a long way to QC from Makati because of the traffic but the lunch was worth the trip! I was seated next to some of the participants and I was just listening to my colleague discuss with him about work in the humanitarian and development sector (e.g. differences).
I also got to talk to one of our new colleagues who just began her mission in the Philippines two weeks ago. I think the organization’s fees for my language classes have been already capitalized because they are one by one talking to me in French. I’m not complaining, though, because at least I get to practice and that would be one less reason to forget it.
Before even lunch was finished, we had to leave QC. Who knows how long would the travel back to Makati be, with the rain clouds looming again. It took us an hour and a half, and I almost dozed off in the car. I have lots of respect for motorists behind the steering wheel. Maybe that is the reason why I don’t drive because I do not have much patience to be on the traffic-infested roads of Manila.