- cutie lawyer’s
name, if he is an atenean as i suspected, why he got a really deep tan, and why he suddenly seems to be balding - whether singaporeans make good bosses (we have a new one coming in on my last week)
- whether the curse of the vanishing CP VM will hold claim yet another victim… moooahahaha
- who in f*ck’s name decides on the editorial deadlines and why they’re so ill-timed (sundays? good friday? christmas eve?)
- when erstwhile office crush strawberry will decide to take that stick out of his ass
- whether i really was supposed to be promoted in the second half of the year
- whether certain officemates who are long overdue for promotions will finally get them
- whether certain soul-searching officemates will find what they’re looking for
- whether certain underperformers will continue to get away with murder
- where on earth that hunky, well-mannered, broad-shouldered banker from the 2nd floor disappeared to
- who steals the toilet paper from my locker in the ladies’ room
- what makes zuma's favorite daughter so godawful self-righteous
- the full extent of ISD’s snooping powers
- whether the supposed “personal productivity tool” will ever serve its nebulous purpose, or whether it can be converted into a tool of rebellion as my boyfriend suggests it can
- why bowing and scraping/excessive honorifics seem to be de rigeur office lingo (why can't we just all talk straightforwardly to each other?)
- when HR will get a clue
- what exactly i should say when someone asks what this company does
- whether there is really a mumu in the ladies’ room
- whether there really is a hidden surveillance camera in the ladies room, and if so, who is enjoying the view and breaking the law
- who the mystery ladies' room foot-flusher is
- who the next EBU loveteam will be (if any)
- who the new EIC will be (nosferatu?)
- if the purported "bright future" in this company that so many people are dangling at me would really be that
well, as they say: ignorance is bliss. i ’d rather scamper away not knowing than stick around to find out.
but…
I will miss
- my friends. soooo many things about my friends. makes me sad just to think of it.
- the stability of a regular paycheck – i am addicted to making budgets, although i throw them out the window from time to time
- the security of knowing that i work at something i am competent at
- working with extremely talented and intelligent editors
- office parties that spontaneously arise at the drop of a hat
- conference room surprises
- my 2.6GHz processor, which has spoiled me for life. much to marlon’s consternation, i can’t imagine ever settling for anything lower than 1.8GHz
- my internet connection
- my roomy workstation
- working in 24/7 siberia (a particular relief this past summer)
- lunch at the citibank tower cafeteria – decent value for money, since i don’t eat a lot anyway. will especially miss the leche flan, sandwich bar, grilled tanigue and plump, sweet mangoes
- expat spotting
- the view of tower one at dusk
when i round the corner to paseo from my office - the thrilling possibility of bumping into JAZA
in a paseo de roxas underpass - model-hunting and chortling over the precious hearts titles at 7-11
- saturday lunches at the parket (term i coined to denote the market at velasquez park
) - paseo center, where i procure my monthly magazine fix, plain cotton tees and various tiangge finds, and drool over get happy’s gorgeous trinkets
(reminder to self: buy From Loren to Marimar at Mag:Net before i go - the quick, happy stroll from the office to manila pen and old swiss inn
- stolen lunches – to record VOs, to hie off to glorietta, to have lunch with mae and various makati denizens
- the cute, clean-cut banker DILF at citibank tower
- the ease of intra-company stalking on Exchange
- the cheerful, deep-voiced pin-your-ID man who does his job with such gusto
- monthly avalanches of toilet paper
- comic relief from china
