... ever since I came back (five days after my dad's internment), there were a lot of changes around me.
The segment has started on the day of my return.
On the way to work, the aircon jeep fare is now at Php 13, traffic is as horrible as ever. Flat rate of taxi's is now at Php 40.
Inside the building the decor was for Valentines Day.
Our floor smells like flowers and after a few days the smell of decaying flowers - reminds me of my dad's wake.
In my area, the first thing I noticed was the overdue stack of Summit magazines that were waiting to be read.
Under my table was a belated birthday gift from TV5.
Our office CR now has 2 doors before we can enter
not to mention the cabinets in the hallway have been cleared.
not to mention the cabinets in the hallway have been cleared.
There is a round table in the lobby.
Work-wise even more. There is a stand for block buys and not to mention the program changes that happened in a few short weeks.
The segment has started on the day of my return.
but good to note that the goodie bags are still there. If they don't get picked-up, more for us then.
Everyone was quite surprised on my early return. How can you tell them that it's better to be here sooner than later? Besides, when the work piles up, I'll end up spending more time with OT. Then I'll really be dead.
I just try to forget, set it at the deep recesses of my mind. Last Wednesday, it did crop up. I just remembered my dad and the next moment later tears just started falling and I just couldn't stop them. Washing my face with cold water three times did nit help. Eventually I diverted my attention to the TV since Glee was showing. Thank God for the TV!
The only thing that is constant in this world is CHANGE and if I don't start adapting now, who knows how far I'll be left behind?
I have to move on. The sooner, the better because the rest of the world will not wait for me.
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