Office work has been pretty slack the past weeks. When the clock struck five, my officemates and I finally pushed thru our plan to eat at Sincerity Café and Restaurant. I call it our second Binondo food trip because the branch we visited was located in the said place. Actually, it was sort of a thanksgiving dinner for our having kept our jobs following the change in administration that had taken place in June.
After having a fantastic dinner at the restaurant, the boyfriend and I went straight to SM Manila. He bought a new Samsung phone with dual sim capability while I did some impulsive shopping at Surplus. I was proud of myself because I saw a lot of nice items but stuck to the essentials. By essentials, I meant a cream cardigan, a white tank top and a pair of funky sneakers.
My dad planted some squashes on the vacant lot next to our Cavite house sometime in April, a few days after our move-in. Months later, they started to bear fruits. They continued to supply us with fresh, organic squashes until last Monday when construction began at the lot they were occupying. Everyone in the family got sad, including the neighbors who have also benefited from them.
The good thing is, there are still a few more vegetables left growing in the little garden in front of our house. My parents enjoy planting new crops and tending on them on a daily basis. It serves as their unique form of exercise. The organic produce they get regularly not only improves their health, but also helps keep their food expenses to a minimum.
Four months ago, I had finally decided to be a Globe postpaid subscriber after having been a prepaid subscriber for years. I chose Globe’s My Super Plan 349 which gave me unlimited text to Globe/TM monthly. I noticed that I was consuming more than the one-time charge of P349 and so I opted to get an upgrade. (Any Globe postpaid subscriber can do this.)
I am supposed to be a My Fully Loaded Plan 499 subscriber effective today. That was what the Globe Customer Service representative I talked with on the phone last night told me. I’m taking his word seriously.
I talked with the owner of the apartment I was eyeing the other day. We haven’t agreed on the final rent yet, but it seems the deal has been closed. I will go back to his house tomorrow to issue the necessary post-dated checks to his secretary. My target date for moving in is October 15, barely a month from now.
Finally, we’re moving into a bigger house. It has a bedroom, a bathroom and a space big enough to serve as kitchen and living room, very much like what you’d get from a typical condo unit. It’s on the top floor of a three-storey building. We’ll be using the stairs to get there, but I don’t think it would be much of a problem with me and my siblings.
I have always believed that women can read minds, or at least sense things. The term ‘women’s intuition’ is no longer new. In the modern world, it is normally associated with infidelity when married guys cheat on their wives and the latter would find out about it either through body language or just by sensing that there is something wrong with the former’s behavior.
Women’s intuition is at play even outside marriage. In the workplace, for instance, I can easily tell if my co-workers like me or not. I don’t have to ask them. I just can feel it. I can also know by observing how they treat me as compared with how they treat my other co-workers.
Things are looking up in the office, aesthetically speaking. This morning, our director, who has a background in interior design, arrived and gave our office a sort of makeover. Immediately after, we found ourselves moving furniture, tables and cabinets. Several art works were hung on the wall which brightened our surroundings instantly.We also did some cleaning and decluttering to complement the mini renovation going on. After a few hours, our office looked a loooot better.
The size of the work place affects productivity in a good way, and so is its look. I, for one, get more motivated completing my tasks for the day when my surroundings look nice. But it’s not to say that I can’t work in a not so neat environment, because I can. I can even work just as good in a noisy place. So long as I’m not hungry or depressed, I can finish my tasks.