"Arf! Arf! Arf!"
November 28, 2007I wonder how blissful ignorance can be.
While I was still working, after doing all the things I could possibly do in a day, I stop for a moment, look for my dog, and watch him do the lord’s work. All he knows is lie anywhere and sleep for the whole day—just that! He doesn’t eat much, he doesn’t bark often. (I bet he has only barked 20 times for his damned life.) Basically, his everyday goal is to be a trash on the floor. And no, he is not sick. He has been like that ever since we got him.
I used to ponder on how he thinks and feels toward life, toward his. Does he feel completely happy with how he spends his day? Or does he want more to his life than just lie around? Because if you get see him, he really seems fully contented.
Now, being off from the corporate world, I realized, I have become my own dog. I am the one to throw those questions at. I wake up everyday most likely goal-less, spend my day just ‘cause. Worse, I am not doing anything yet to pass through this limbo. Would you consider me lazy? I don’t want to know.
Okay, my dog and I may have the same lives. We both love to roll ourselves into a “relaxness”. The only thing that makes me different from him is that I am not an ignorant fool. And guess what? That “only thing” blows every blissfulness off my life! My conscience incessantly pricks me and tells me to make something good out of my days and out of my life, i.e. get a job, or else… [honestly, I don’t want to know the consequences myself, so let’s just leave this phrase hanging.]
Well, I wish one day I will learn how blissful ignorance can be. But then, I don’t want to be a dog, so just better forget about this random thought.
Somber Playground.
November 27, 2007Yesterday, after over a month since I resigned from work, I went back to Intelligraph Corporation in Ortigas to receive my back pay. I didn’t go there alone, I was with May. (Apart from being a college friend, she is also my former officemate. She resigned a month earlier than I did.)
When we got into the office, I noticed that the atmosphere has changed… totally! From a jovial energetic playground, it has evolved into… a workplace. Just a workplace. Or even worse. I don’t know. I can’t really tell since I stayed there—and was only able to look around—for about 20 minutes or so. All I know is that among the evident changes I noticed in there are the decreasing number of workforce and the increasing number of empty cubicles.
You see, even before May and I left our respective jobs in Intelligraph, there are several regular employees who had already resigned, which most probably brought about a ripple effect on so many other employees. (Why we quit, you may ask. Let’s just say that there are numerous internal office problems, specifically, administrative ones.) Now, with lesser staff and new faces, I find the office gloomy. It’s as if everyone who is working in there is a robot. I just find it funny and absurd that I felt outlandish in the place that was once a second home to me.
Just a few of my cool ole work buddies. Only three of the nine are left in the office.
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