Meandering Shawarma

We are all nomads, bedouins and gypsies --- always on our feet in quest for glory, fortune, love, happiness and fulfillment. I am Filipino yet the best part of my life has been spent in the vast deserts of the Middle East. My culture clashed with a lot of things. Sometimes, I see a different person in the mirror. I am a shawarma. I am a meandering shawarma. My quest is to be home soon. How soon? Only this blog will eventually tell.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Out of work at work!

Strange and eerie. Some people would normally jump for joy when they report for work and find that they can't because of some "operational glitch." I do not. I hate it in fact because I realize how wasted my time is as I can not leave the workplace for some other ditty.

In 1998, at around 9pm while rushing work on a CETRA trade show site with a great lady, Marie Orara, we were alerted by the smell of burning cables. The Citibank Center in Makati is burning! Obviously, we survived that one. ;) However, for the next three days, we have to move to a nearby business center to ensure our operations will be unhampered. The evening of the fire, I was thinking not about our safety but how shall we finish the work!

Today, I am working like mad at my work station when our carpentry people arrived carrying with them shelves that will be mounted on the four walls of our cabin! I was hoping for a compromise like they work on one side of the room while I work at my side but they eventually took over the room and I was unceremoniously booted out. For almost four hours now, I am walking aimlessly around the hospital complex hoping they'll finish their work so that I can continue mine. :( Meandering... against the wishes of my heart. ;)

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