Eternal Rebel

I never follow rules. As a matter of fact, I love breaking them. But not to the extent of getting myself into trouble. Hence the tag rebellious conformist.

Today, I really risked termination by logging in and actually chatting in the office WITH THE BOSS RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PARTITION!!! I was friggin' bored off my wits I had to do something to keep me from running around the office tearing at my hair. A memo wouldn't even had made me log off coz I got to talk to some worthwhile peeps. On top of those would definitely be my dear friend on the other side of the world, Faye!

Haven't seen her for almost 8 years now. She said she was supposed to visit this summer [US climate] but she was short by a couple hundred bucks. Told her had she informed me earlier, I would've chipped in to fill it up. Ain't I the coolest friend? harharhar... Well, that's how much I miss her. I literally grew up with her in a remote subdivision in Las Piñas but her family left for greener pastures when we were in 6th grade.

If anyone witnessed how rebellious I was even as I child, that would be Faye. [FYI, I actually used to call her Yeng-Yeng and I was Floi-Floi to her but she swore she'd kill me the minute I call her that now.Ü] She saw how I would sneak out of the house mid-afternoon to play [with her!!! hahaha!]. She saw how I would pretend to be nauseatic just to get out of our catechism classes. She saw how I would ride the bike even though Mum forbid me to.

So, I guess people really don't change. A rebel is a rebel no matter how you put it. A moron is a moron no matter how you put it. So, quit having faith that people will change. Coz they don't. Not drastically anyway. Um... scratch that. THEY DON'T, period.

23-floor-high

Our office is on the 23rd floor. But, I came into office Monday morning to be greeted with... tadah! FLOOD. 2 inches of flood.

I won't give y'all a detailed account of the damages coz everything's almost back to order now. Almost. Coz the office still reeks from the drying papers.

So, yah, I was saying it was probably one of the fun-nest days at work coz all we did that day was hang the documents to dry. That's folders and folders of the CEO's most essential files. The company's life. Sheesh... you'd think he would be pissed off but I think he himself enjoyed the idea of the office looking like a local town fiesta. [read: banderitas] He had Darwin buy some straw string and used it like clothesline. Boss picked the docs, we hang 'em. Fun! Funner than being put on hold on the phone by irritatingly intellectualy-incapable humans.

The Reason: Right on top of our office on the 24th is a dental clinic. A friggin' dental clinic! Who the heck places a dental clinic amongst corporate offices?! Much less on top of one?! The clinic's flexipipe burst suspectedly last Friday judging by how softened the papers are and flooded everything within its vicinity. Especially OUR office which is as i've mentioned, right below.

We have yet received any form of apology from the building administration nor the dental clinic owners. Vicente Araneta sure cares much for his tenants. Can't wait till Ortiz designs builds OUR building and we are freed from these money-driven property owners. Speaking of which, Boy-next-door has been on leave for a long time now. Turns out, as chika-ed by the firm's president's secretary, he's taking the local architectural board. Haaay... I'm such a sucker for achievers.

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*.* as if! @ 8:40:00 PM • • RBJ