save the drama for your mama
Remember the e-mail draft I'm supposed to decide whether to send or not? I decided not to. Very early in the morning, we were convened and the reason(s) why the Friday incident happened were provided. Okayyyy. I am entitled to my opinion as much as they are entitled to their own. The clincher there was when the recipient of my email spoke and added something to the effect that the people I talked about in the email were apparently "very much involved" in the decision that happened. It hit me , that's it. Better keep my mouth shut. It's not because I'm selling my principles, but because there is always a proper time for everything. Sometimes, the best time is never.
You can still feel the tension in the office; the silent stares, the very heavy vibe that something went wrong. It will pass, give it a week or so. By then, things should've been clearer. We should've seen the silver lining. When I suggested to keep everything as is--- the friendship, the warmth, the level of natural enjoyment we derive from being "officemates and friends"--- my fab friends implied that it still might mean something to the gods. Eh anak ng tipaklong naman, saan na ako lalagay nyan?
At any rate, it might be wise to keep it cool. The egoistic me terribly enjoys the confidence given to me, starting officially today, and to do my best as a new supervisor shouldn't be an issue on the table anyway. It becomes blurry when you have to deal with the peripheries--- i.e, the office environment. Wouldn't it be nice to work in an isolated office, devoid of all the shallow and pathetic ramblings? Anyway, I still feel my blood boil whenever I find myself standing a few meters away from that horrible b*g** of an HR officer. He exemplified harrassment in a way I've never seen before. I may not have sufficient clout to make him realize that he offended people, but I'm a firm believer of karma. I've heard stories that are not worthy to be spilled in cyberspace, but let's just say it's enough to let my anger go, little by little. Some people aren't as worthy as we are, and they do not admit it because they're so full of themselves. Since it's Holy Week, I'm trying very hard to forgive.
For now, I will do my stuff my way, staying away from trouble as much as I can. I'm surprised at myself for actually accomplishing, though in a staggered pace, the things I would just smirk at once I stepped out of the office. I finished outlines, I made time for relevant activities (relevant=relative), I even found myself with a plastered, "I actually finished all of them as planned! I haven't put off anything for tomorrow! It's so great, it's so creepy!" smile.
After the "storm", conveniently reading my first Jodi Picoult book over coffee, writing on a birthday card, updating blogs, and listening to House FOXcasts, make me feel really okay.
You can still feel the tension in the office; the silent stares, the very heavy vibe that something went wrong. It will pass, give it a week or so. By then, things should've been clearer. We should've seen the silver lining. When I suggested to keep everything as is--- the friendship, the warmth, the level of natural enjoyment we derive from being "officemates and friends"--- my fab friends implied that it still might mean something to the gods. Eh anak ng tipaklong naman, saan na ako lalagay nyan?
At any rate, it might be wise to keep it cool. The egoistic me terribly enjoys the confidence given to me, starting officially today, and to do my best as a new supervisor shouldn't be an issue on the table anyway. It becomes blurry when you have to deal with the peripheries--- i.e, the office environment. Wouldn't it be nice to work in an isolated office, devoid of all the shallow and pathetic ramblings? Anyway, I still feel my blood boil whenever I find myself standing a few meters away from that horrible b*g** of an HR officer. He exemplified harrassment in a way I've never seen before. I may not have sufficient clout to make him realize that he offended people, but I'm a firm believer of karma. I've heard stories that are not worthy to be spilled in cyberspace, but let's just say it's enough to let my anger go, little by little. Some people aren't as worthy as we are, and they do not admit it because they're so full of themselves. Since it's Holy Week, I'm trying very hard to forgive.
For now, I will do my stuff my way, staying away from trouble as much as I can. I'm surprised at myself for actually accomplishing, though in a staggered pace, the things I would just smirk at once I stepped out of the office. I finished outlines, I made time for relevant activities (relevant=relative), I even found myself with a plastered, "I actually finished all of them as planned! I haven't put off anything for tomorrow! It's so great, it's so creepy!" smile.
After the "storm", conveniently reading my first Jodi Picoult book over coffee, writing on a birthday card, updating blogs, and listening to House FOXcasts, make me feel really okay.