streaks across my psychedelic sky

It has been a long time since I last had a post on any of my blogs nor visited any of my social networking sites. I have been pre-occupied with other things. But yesterday was a good day to get away from the home-office-home routine and have some fun at the beach despite the not-so-great weather. Storm Signal #1 was over Northern Cebu because of Frank. Read about the storm here.

I don’t have a lot of pictures because I did not bring my cam. One, I didn’t want it to get wet. Two, lately, I have been averse to toting my cam anywhere to take pics. But I had my trusted SE k610i so I was able to take some pics. Also grabbed some pics from friends. See album here.

New changes in the offing at work. Do I relish wading through too many spreadsheets? Or having too many meetings and discussions for ideas, suggestions, action plans and what-have-yous? Nope and nope. But with change comes work. It’s a given.

I look forward to the change, though. It’s all good. Some (or maybe, most) of the challenges the company, in general, and the different groups, specifically, are going through right now will see a solution. I am optimistic about it. There will always be the naysayers: those who resist change with all their might, people not willing to work with everyone else to effect change, the critics who cannot see anything good come from something, the plain lazies. Tough. These changes are going to happen. There is no stopping it. So either get with the program or go be stagnant someplace else.

He who rejects change is the architect of decay. The only human institution which rejects progress is the cemetery. - Harold Wilson

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.

It was supposed to be a one-on-one meeting but since they hired another director, the 1-on-1’s are now 2-on-1’s. I had the distinct disadvantage privilege of being the first called to the now 2-on-1 once a week meetings. Was I intimidated? Not anymore. About 1-2 hours before my schedule, I was on pins and needles. I couldn’t stay put nor focused. I kept wondering what will be taken up and if I had all the right data to help me if ever there will be mind-boggling questions raised. But since the meeting was delayed 1.5 hours, I was too weary to be tense or apprehensive by the time we finally sat down and started. I was more concerned about not making an oaf of myself by yawning while my bosses are talking to me.

Suffice to say I passed. Which is sober-speak for I was awake the whole 30 minutes and understood what was said. So that’s what a 2 on 1 is like. But that was just the first of many. Who knows, next time, it might not be so short nor so straightforward.