A holiday, a typhoon and a loser

October 1, 2008. It’s a holiday. End of Ramadan. Eid Al-Fitr. Pablo, the typhoon, is raging, keeping the streets wet and the sky dark with a signal #2. Dementia is driving to work. Pathetic, I know. I finally get a chance to be off work without making up any excuse and I voluntarily went to work today. Lame, D. Lame.

Not really a consolation but it can’t be helped. I have much to do. It may not be wise, but aside from official work up to my eyelids, I have taken on other responsibilities. The kind that gives me the sense of fulfilment I don’t get at the office anymore.

I am helping a friend and tapping on creative juices which had been stymied by the frustrations at work. To me, while this takes a lot of my time, it’s worth it. And I know I’ll be much happier still if this little contribution I have on her business will make her more successful. Good people deserve to be helped. And she is a very good person. But enough about her. Ivana might get a swelled head. We don’t want that.

Let’s get back to my lameness. I think I’m the only one at the office who is going to work willingly. Everybody else was grumbling since Monday, when it was announced that our esteemed company will once again thwart the good intentions of the government to prevent abuse of employees by declaring that holiday or not, our collective ass should be at our seats today.

For most of the more modern Muslims, I believe that they see Eid Al-Fitr as a celebration of sorts. The period of fasting is over. It’s time to part-eh! Good for them. Everyone deserves all excuse to celebrate life.

Pablo, while raining on everybody’s parade (like some companies I know), is making me grateful. I like it best when I can work at the office on holidays and Saturdays. I get more work done with the phone just sitting on my table quietly. Not one ring. That’s bliss.

So yes, Angelina. D is a lame loser today. But it’s okay. Tomorrow, the chaos of the office will start again. But at least, I will get a bit of work done today. Small consolation to some. But that's alright. I'm happy.