You would have been 50 today. We bought a cake and pancit to celebrate the good life you had. We have not forgotten you, and I don’t think we will. Despite the laughter, alam mo naman na masiyahin tayo naturally, kinukurot pa rin kami ng pagkawala mo. I still haven’t been able to blog about you, your life, and your premature departure from this lifetime. Hindi ko pa rin alam ang sasabihin ko, except, thank you for everything. For being a friend, a sister, a great colleague. I still haven’t gotten over the shock that God took you away from us and your family at a very young age. Tayo pa ang huling magkasama. Basta mag-ingat ka kung nasaan ka man. God speed…
My team at work recently had a sort of debriefing cum relationship management session. As it is related to the workplace, we talked about relationships of all sorts, including the ones with colleagues. This session was very different from the one we had about two years ago, when we were all stressed out. We were more relaxed definitely this time!
Anyway, among all the things we did, there were several activities that made us take stock of our relationships with each other. And I was so touched with my staff’s messages for me:
These validate that I must be doing something right and good in this world. That, aside from being a boss, I am a mentor, a confidante, and a friend. That I am helping them enjoy their journey as workers. In all the harshness around us, I am happy that somehow, I eased someone’s pain or I lifted someone’s spirit, even though sometimes I know I do the stressing. Hehe.
Not all of them. Some may have gotten rotten to the core, but I basically consider them my family. I will not go into the ugly details here so as not to pepper my blog with all that unpleasantness (although I badly want to vent!. But I’m really happy to be with these people (taken during our annual teambuilding, this year held in Laiya, San Juan, Batangas). Some are just adopted 🙂
Christmas should always be celebrated with good food, wine and laughter. I missed a lot of my friends this season, maybe because of our busy schedules. It’s sad when you seem to be drifting apart from your old friends, so just be sure to enjoy the ones who are still around.
Love my PMD family. I am lucky that my staff and I share more than work and the daily grind. Being together is always a cause for celebration.
And I seem to becoming an Alba’s regular haha.
We had our division party (apart from the big, bongga office party) at La Scala Cafe in Malate. It was a little joint tucked between larger establishments along the well-lit Adriatico Street. I immediately took to the place as it brings one back to another lifetime of rock n’ roll. Old fashioned booths take up the larger part of the cozy dinner. Different memorabilia of the 50’s to the 80s club and movie scenes line up the walls. Glass cabinets hold collectibles of every size imaginable. An old jukebox was set up ostentatiously in a corner. It was a great place to be. I wanted to sock the husband for forgetting our camera. We had to make do with a point and shoot, which didn’t do much justice when you want to remember the look and feel of that day.
We reserved one of their function rooms that had a videoke. It was a tight fit for twelve of us but we did okay. We jostled a bit as we belted our favorite songs, and fought our way through the food.
The food was good, too. And while I got enamored by the ambiance and the food, the service was just…bad. As in, in a majorly baaaaad way! Thank God we were all having fun taking turns at the mic. But we could have killed each other over the food. It took all of thirty minutes from the time we placed our orders to their serving. We almost seemed like we have been victims of a food shortage, and we almost pounced on the food when they came.
Nonetheless, it was a fun night all in all. And sort of cheap, too! Aside from a consumable Php3,000 for the videoke room, we ordered additional food, but the bill was still a humble Php7,000 for twelve people. Not bad eh?
I vaguely remember mentioning before (memory hazy now, thanks to General Anesthesia) that I have been shuffled back and forth between the Projects Management and the Planning Office. I stayed for the longest time at this unit (PMD), and it was where I enjoyed my stay here the most, working alongside some of my better friends. During our teambuilding a week ago, we were asked to cite our best team experience in the office, and I gladly recalled how we efficiently worked together before. We were able to translate our friendship and rapport into something worthwhile. We were such a great team if I say so myself. We can run our division on our own, and I really felt at my best professionally and personally. Outside of our official functions, we won several inter-division friendly “competitions”. More importantly, outside of the office, we shared life experiences such as travels, problems and what nots. Sometime in the last three years, our companionship fell apart when we were separated by management in the guise of “in the exigencies of the service”. Some of us left after this, some transferred to other divisions, including myself, while others left for greener pastures.
Now I’m back to where I started. I don’t know if I am a better person now because I certainly don’t feel like it. I had to grope my way through again despite knowing the ins and outs of the unit, and could perform tasks blindfolded before. For one, I and another colleague are the only vestiges of a previous era. Different faces and different systems now line the place. And I now proclaim myself a different role with them. Whereas before I was with equals who were learning alongside me, I now feel that I have to serve as some sort of mentor to them. I so feel like an older sister although I’m not sure if they feel the same towards me. lol. Anyway, most of them make my stay here bearable and fun, although some have been the source of stress for me. It’s a very different ballgame now.