expressions

chikadee

spent the whole day sitting in the conference room of the bahay alumni listening to mam ayms, one of the few people in bc that i find intellectually stimulating.  in the almost 7-hour seminar, she discussed about the different lifestyles a person lives on in accordance to his/her accumulated experiences.  pretty much like the discussion on schema actually except that she called it lifestyles.  well, the discussion centered on how a person directs his/her relationships with his/her immediate supervisor, his/her colleagues in the office and outside the office, and the clients he/she serves. 

i found myself agreeing to a lot of things: how a person tries to find that sense of belonging, how a person tries to gain recognition in the workplace and in every community he/she belongs, and how a person reacts when recognized or not recognized.

not so new a topic but quite an eye-opener for one who has not engaged for so long in such trivial topics such as psychological wellness although i think it would have been better if we went on to discuss common employee problems toward his/her boss, colleagues, work, the workplace, and the clients not as problems per se, but as products of some phenomenon brought about by administrative/managerial decisions, organizational structure, unforeseen events, or by something else.  in every topic that relates to relationships and psychological wellness of the man i always find myself thinking of the governing factors that called for the issuance of the actions, the moral ascendancy of the people involved, and justice in all acts that's been done and committed.

maybe the office of mam ayms could come up with a different seminar on these things later on.  if they would, surely i would be the first one to enlist.

chikadee

it's like a bomb going off right to where u are... <br> it's like a bullet hitting u just in the right place... <br> and it's like mam tess telling you about common sense not being too common.

of course it's a monday and so the normal ruth isn't as normal as she is on tuesdays 'til fridays.  i was a walking zombie earlier, waking up a little late just in time to cram and worry for the day's work ahead (that's pretty normal for me lately, just right after the transfer, that's when i started to really really, dread mondays).  just after some personal hygiene session i got a little of everything that was in the table for breakfast, grabbed my all-time ever-ready brown bag, and put on the lappy's sling then i headed toward the door.  off i went to greet with some reservations the dawn of another week's punishment for all the happy times i had back then.

little did i know that fate had so much more jokes waiting for me.  i lost my wallet, no, somebody stole my wallet.  that i am pretty sure as i noticed after going off the jeepney that my bag was open.  the wallet had all my identifications, atm cards, credit cards, and a few important pictures.  i had to pinch myself just to make sure that i am still normal and that i could still feel pain.  i was, again, like a zombie that day.

whatta!