Note to Sergei and Larry: lay off the start-ups!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
FLAK ::: Do They Teach "Excess" at Stanford?
Note to Sergei and Larry: lay off the start-ups!
Monday, October 23, 2006
Get. Me. Outtahere.
The boss is in-love with herself.
This will be the last is yet another time I'm going to talk about my frustration at the workplace. I just need to vent so forgive me for being incoherent.
OK. So I scheduled to take-off for a couple of days this week for some personal errands. I did that one full week ahead, as per procedure--'cause they're such control freaks.
On my way to the city this morning, I get a text message from my boss asking if I was finished with the editorial she asked me to write Thursday last week. I replied and said, "Yep, it's in your inbox" or something like that anyway. She then said for me to email it to another addy because the mail server at work was down. Since the file is on my work computer, I just asked a co-worker to retrieve the file and give it to the boss. All seemed well after that.
Moments later I get another text message from her asking about the CDs containing photos we'll be using for a joint production with ABS-CBN. She wanted to know if I'd already returned it to our Creatives unit. This is what I said: "No because we haven't picked any photos yet, remember?" Her reply demonstrated just how inconsistent and out-of-touch she is with the people she oversees. She said, "Next time, before you go on leave, make sure you don't have any loose ends."
I almost cried from the intense emotion that overtook me seconds after I read her dis. I could not believe she would be so irresponsible with her words. You probably think I'm overreacting but trust me, it's a loaded statement, coming from her. She likes to devalue people when it comes to work ethics. And nothing gets to me more than that because I make sure that whatever job I hold, I give it a hundred percent. Nobody can accuse me of negligence.
What made me upset in the first place was her telling me off like the condescending miss goody two shoes she is. Doesn't she know how I'm the only one who can stand her self-righteous ass? Doesn't she know that 99% of her staff (me included) has been thinking about leaving the company for a long time now because of her?
So I sent another message telling her that that's exactly why I put the CD on my drawer instead of returning it to the creatives. I knew she would ask for it today, Monday! Because she's always complaining to me how she's overworked, spread too thin, and always besieged by our head's orders one on top of the other, I choose to hold off on telling her certain things that can wait until she asks for them! I thought I was actually doing her a favor because I know she gets irritated by constant follow ups. Turns out she has no grip on her real psyche.
It's a good thing I have a co-worker who shares my frustration. He's always getting unnecessary crap from her, too. All her subordinates do. I wonder if she ever thinks about how pathetic her management style (or lack thereof) really is. Has she ever asked why her people don't meet her standards?
The thing is my boss is that way because it's exactly how her superiors treat her, too. She (in)advertently spins the vicious cycle with us. But if she's any good, she shouldn't. She can't tell the difference obviously.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
It's a Beautiful Daaaate!
This is too easy. If I post on this week's topic, would it get me that date? Too doubtful. So I'll share my bit anyway.
I know I've dreamed about dating celebs when I was a kid. Johnny Depp at 9, Jordan Knight at 12, and Michael Jackson, from 13 to 20. No kidding. I loved MJ in all my teenage fan capacity. Oh, I almost forgot, Darren Hayes, too. Apparently, I'm drawn to dark-haired men. ;-)
But right now, if there is one celebrity I really want to date, it's gotta be Bono and for countless reasons.
He's intelligent, wity, articulate, poetic, has a sexy Irish accent, and concerned about humanity PLUS sings lead for the greatest band in the world right now. That alone takes care of the dead air over dinner.
But after wining and dining at Mario Batali's Babbo restaurant at Greenwich Village, the B-man flies me to Lesotho in Africa to get to know the people behind Edun clothes. We thank them for their talent and courage to keep the faith. Then it's off to Dublin to meet with the rest of the U2 boys. Adam and I exchange experiences on spending birthdays on Friday the 13th (we share a birthday) and they treat me to a live performance of "One" and "Where The Streets Have No Name". Before I leave, the band sign a copy of U2 By U2 for me as souvenir.
We can then drive Bono's Maserati Quattroporte around Hannover Quay where Windmill Lane used to be and end up at The Clarence, the hotel he and Edge own. This will be home for the night which I'll spend uploading hundreds of photos to my Mobbed Blog. Right before I fall asleep, Bono calls up my room and tells me they want me to work for them, U2 Limited. Aww.
How's that for a...beautiful daaaay!!
Sunday, October 15, 2006
HBO Saves Cable
U2 ::: Entourage (more awful photos)
I feel justified.









Sunday, October 08, 2006
U2 ::: Bono Giorgio
Friday, October 06, 2006
Planning My Weekend
Sabado
0700 Get up and take on human form (Thunder and lighting all over the house as the process takes place.)
0800 Leave for Shangri-la EDSA Plaza Mall (Yes, it takes me an hour to get ready. And I don't even wear make-up!)
0930 Arrive @ Shang, proceed to Starbucks, and look for Rasheed from Arab News (I had a David Sedaris book signed for him so he better meet me with a grande beverage in hand)
1000 Bloggers meeting commences (Here we go again with the whining and blaming everyone else but him/herself)
1200 Lunch @ Green Tomato with Mama and baby bro (Did I mention I'm buying? Either that or Jollibee...as if I needed more saturated fat. "If I so much as look at an apple, I gain weight." - Darren Hayes)
1330 Head home, I guess.





