streaks across my psychedelic sky

April showers bring May flowers

The first showers of April weren’t just showers. It was more like a downpour, with slick roads, floodwater in some areas and people wanting a hot meal. I was on my way home when the evening sky opened up and buckets poured. I sought refuge at one of the fast food chains. After more than 30 minutes of patiently waiting for the rain to abate, I decided to risk it and ran outside to get a cab.

Well, wouldn’t you know… I got a driver straight out of driving school hell. He drove too fast on the slippery roads, not slowing down as we turned corners, hand glued to the horn. I was holding on for dear life and trying not to bounce too much in the backseat (no seat belts!). I was trying to appear unaffected. I was not about to let on that I was so close to reciting the Lord’s prayer out loud. I felt like kissing the pavement when I got out of the cab in one piece.

And here I always thought April showers brought May flowers. That’s not all, it seems. It also brings out the hell-streak in some cabbies.

For chairs, that is. It’s funny. The past few days last week and this week, I have had to find a chair to sit on before I can start work. This in a work place with a gazillion work stations and supposedly one chair for every one of those gazillion work cubes. Anyway, I asked Admin about it and turns out it is because the provider had taken the defective and non-defective wheels off some of the chairs. Now, people stay away from these chairs because they don’t move. If you sit on one, you are rooted to the spot. Literally. If your supervisor/manager–sitting right next to you–asks you to scoot over to their cube because they want to show you something, you have a big chance of falling over. Duh. Who wants that? So it’s the weekend. In 2 days, I’ll find out if I will still be looking for an available chair or if the chair I left on early Saturday morning is still there.

 by Delainey and Rasmussen

The moms (I have two.. ain’t I so lucky?! ) asked me how it went: How was your first day?

The friends asked me how the new work place was: How is it there? Nice?

F asked if I was still alive or if I barely crawled home and could still work the next day: F-u-n-n-y.

But first days being what they are, I can say it went pretty dang well. It’s matching the new faces with the names that gets you everytime. And with a population size that beats a small mountain barangay, it’ll take me awhile. But I’ll get there.