How long has it been?
It was only until Paningit (the bearer of corporate indignities) called me out that I realized how I haven’t updated this blog in months.
Nothing much has changed – I’m still the wonderfully self-absorbed dictator of my fledgling empire.
Let’s see. How uninteresting have the last couple of months been?
I blame my parents
I officially became the only female member of a luxury car club in this third world expanse. No, I did not behead the other women to become the alpha-female. It’s just that no other woman in her right mind wants to join a luxury car club dominated by moneyed, sometimes immature, sometimes jackassy men who talk about bore injection, petrol, V8 engines, and other things that should never be mentioned outside of a garage.
This dysfunctional/obsessive thing I have for cars, I blame on my parents. They didn’t do anything, but don’t we all blame our parents for whatever fucked up condition we have?
The empire…
Is still in the same old rented office. The developer of the new place we got has not turned over our unit. I am not sure why.
My hair is falling out from paying the rent when we could be paying ourselves. (Since we own the new office space, our company will now pay us. I call it ‘making a little more money.’).
All I have are plans.
We hope to move in before the year ends. I know I said “before August” a few months back, so I guess I’m a loser for expecting too much.
I like baby eel, other stuff
In the last two months, I also learned that:
1. Tapas are great. Baby eels on tapas (with oil) taste succulent.
2. Despite my love for German marques, Nissan has earned my respect. The cooling system is just perfect for this godforsaken third world climate.
3. I miss my friends. I’m seeing them on Sunday. After that, I wont miss them for another three weeks.
4. Employees are replaceable. Someone will always want to burned out people.
5. Eating out is compromising my retirement fund.
6. Running on the treadmill improves my sex life.
7. I can live in my sneakers.
Nothing much
That’s it. I’m afraid I have nothing else left to say.
Nothing much has changed – I’m still the wonderfully self-absorbed dictator of my fledgling empire.
Let’s see. How uninteresting have the last couple of months been?
I blame my parents
I officially became the only female member of a luxury car club in this third world expanse. No, I did not behead the other women to become the alpha-female. It’s just that no other woman in her right mind wants to join a luxury car club dominated by moneyed, sometimes immature, sometimes jackassy men who talk about bore injection, petrol, V8 engines, and other things that should never be mentioned outside of a garage.
This dysfunctional/obsessive thing I have for cars, I blame on my parents. They didn’t do anything, but don’t we all blame our parents for whatever fucked up condition we have?
The empire…
Is still in the same old rented office. The developer of the new place we got has not turned over our unit. I am not sure why.
My hair is falling out from paying the rent when we could be paying ourselves. (Since we own the new office space, our company will now pay us. I call it ‘making a little more money.’).
All I have are plans.
We hope to move in before the year ends. I know I said “before August” a few months back, so I guess I’m a loser for expecting too much.
I like baby eel, other stuff
In the last two months, I also learned that:
1. Tapas are great. Baby eels on tapas (with oil) taste succulent.
2. Despite my love for German marques, Nissan has earned my respect. The cooling system is just perfect for this godforsaken third world climate.
3. I miss my friends. I’m seeing them on Sunday. After that, I wont miss them for another three weeks.
4. Employees are replaceable. Someone will always want to burned out people.
5. Eating out is compromising my retirement fund.
6. Running on the treadmill improves my sex life.
7. I can live in my sneakers.
Nothing much
That’s it. I’m afraid I have nothing else left to say.
posted by Ingrid C. at 9:45 AM
4 Comments:
i love your floor plans. very efficient. but i hate that the unit hasn't been turned over. oh, and see you on sunday, 10:30.
i want to run around your office space again, hide under the tables, or climb over the cubicles like i did in your rented space before you formally opened it. call it a zany blessing to drive away evil spirits.
my new blog is www.collapsingbarrycade.wordpress.com
illy - that was something we ate last night. i couldn't stop farting.
subzero / barrycade - alright.
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