Ready to ramble

Alternate universe

Our division in the office is setting up a team wall. It’s a Friendster-type collage of the team’s photos, dreams, aspirations and testimonials from officemate-friends.

Since I had to send in my dreams and aspirations, it got me to think --- if there is an alternate, albeit parallel universe, what is my alter ego like? What is she doing?

Given the choice and the freedom of imagination, I’d like this doppelganger to be any of these:

- the Editor-in-Chief of Cosmopolitan or Jessica Hong Kong;

- personal shopper to the rich and famous of Hollywood;

- travel correspondent of Discovery Travel and Living;

- fashion designer for Gucci

In effect, if I’m not in the telco industry, I would have gone for any of the above.

If only writing can put food on my table (not to mention pay my rent, my car and maintain my lifestyle), then I would have pursued it a long time ago.

With greater expectations

… come either supreme fulfillment or conversely, worse disappointments.

Statement of fact: I am a busy girl.

Most recently, busy is even an understatement.

I have both work and school.

It takes a lot of effort for me to get away from work, much less try to get a 1-day break.

I took great pains and went the extra mile to finish deliverables in advance, get my boss to approve my break and maneuvered my schedule (and my team’s) in order to get a hassle-free additional day after the beach trip.

Can you blame me for feeling disappointed that despite the agreement of getting a free day to spend quality time, I get a late-in-the-evening notice that boyfriend will have to work on Tuesday morning to close a deal with a new client?

Fine, fine. It’s an important potential deal referred by a long-time client. But geez, I do have work to do, too.

It’s not like I’m a house-girlfriend with nothing to do but wait all day for the boyfriend to finish work. And it’s not like we spend time day in and day out.

What’s a few hours? And what about respecting the sacred quality time?

Gender bender

And this…

… leads me further to bitch about men’s misconception that they are the only ones who have important jobs that make them qualified to cancel out on mutually agreed on dates and appointments.

Hello?

We’re as hectic and as stressed as you are. At times, maybe even more.

Get your priorities straight and chuck those excuses out the window.

It’s a simple bottomline: if you want to re-schedule, honor a girl’s “consult right.”

You also won’t appreciate it if we do this number on you.

Extra mile

That’s the thing, though.

I am pissed off. But no matter how pissed off I am because of his complications and shortcomings, my resolve softens when he tries to compensate.

When he offers wine and chocolates for dinner.

And when he pleads to please… “let me make it up.”

I guess, that’s what his extra mile does.