on the way back from the company outing. its like throwing a giant out-of-town party for your officemates. didnt pay for it, but i sure as hell felt like i was the host.

getting there made me miss boracay in october. i know, its a poor comparison. it means it was a really nice venue, by nlp standards of course.

i have never been the host type. in a ship thats what they'd call the captain. its the driver of the car, the teacher in the class, the editor in chief of a newspaper.

i have cultured for years the courage it takes to brave the streets of manila. the time to test if i learned anything to deserve that flcd diplomat has yet to present itself. as being a boss, i am an ojt.

on the other hand, my motoring career has been one scary, decade-long outing.

batangas? it fired off well enough with pekwa and 123 pass, ended with leftovers and lots of cancer for dinner. and that dog that looked like she really digged me haha.

my ojt days will formally end less than a month from now. i have hired the neurotic (quite a character), the heartbroken romantic, and the seriously studious (aka the studiously serious) and they've proved apt for the job, but im losing a trustworthy employee. ive made the deadlines more beatable but at an earthshaking cost. i gained an exciting new edition but lost a truly great one. the five-day workweek is taking ages to implement.

no, the outing did not end well. it just reminded me how so much more needs to get done with so little time left.

david gates is nice to revisit once in awhile, but twice in as many days is asking for - what kermin would say - "jombag."

and for those who actually messaged to tell me to write naman na with your blog again, this is dedicated to you :)