eggs murphy, anyone?

Hubby and I woke up later than usual.  We slept late after quality time of talking about our plans, and the result: a late wake up call.  We rushed with the normal morning routine - took the dogs out, feed the herd, breakfast, washed and suit up, then hurried for work. 

Along the way, I noticed a neighbor's orchids with egg shells covering their tips.  I have seen this before in many Filipino gardens.  The egg shells have this magical power that transcends the cholesterol-binge contents it has.  They are normally used as organic fertilizer to help the plant grow healthier (or so they say.  Let me leave that part for the plant to react on).  I was trying to find a picture that could help describe what I saw to go along with the post, but I only found this.  Maybe the frog needs some growing to do as well?  I don't want to be around when it does — I'm afraid of FROGS!!!

I tried to race to work, but I got stuck at the last end of a funeral chain ( I didn't have the heart to cut through the chain), a traffic jam, and an accident.  At the parking lot, I took the last spot and had to run from the lot to the time-in machine - 8:37 am. The machine said, REPORT TO ADMIN. 

Part of the talk that Hubby and I had was about my work.  I've been ranting on and on about it, and maybe he's getting sick already.  He's not really a big fan with my work, well, not the work but with the company.  He used to work here as well, so he knows what I am going through.  It's been more than 4 yrs of HE SAYS, SHE SAYS on this issue.  The forecast was a big change in my life.  After this earlier day incident, I wonder what's in for me.  But because I came in late, I wasn't able to check it. Not that I believe in everything it says, anyway.  It just makes me wonder how much of them would be true, or were true. 

I wrote the response to the mail that I have sent earlier part of the week.  The contents - I was looking for a person that I could train for the local support that I am doing.  I figured since they were asking me the turnover list when I was in Singapore, there is bound to be one to train.  I thought it was a rhetoric question, really, but I had to ask.  I have this impossible quench to get answers, I am sorry.  And of course, the answer was unexpectedly the somewhat expected insightful reply.  "I think you can answer the question yourself.  Is there a person?"  I was in the process of replying when another note came in, in relation that issue: "Please stop pushing.  I know the consequences to what is happening.  I am not blind." 

With all due apology, my intention comes as good as I can possibly can.  In a few words, I have simply asked if there's a person that I can train for the many daily tasks that I have been doing for the past years.  Why? Preparation, of course. 

As against most companies I have (only) heard, and the Labor Code of the Philippines, and the other department,  ours has this internal set of policies.  Some of them are: Avoid leaves on Monday, be at work at 7:45am on Mondays for the meetings to start early, it is mandatory to attend the Monday morning assembly and department meeting, OT is discouraged but you are not showing leadership potential if you go home early most of the time, thus cannot be recommeded for a promotion. 

In relation to the part of goodbyes, there is nothing fonder than the department's internal regulations on resignation.  A good exit is made if you have this "perfect lie" to cover up the real reason of leaving - I have to be with my family in Cebu, I have work offer in London, getting married - and all that jazz.  I can count in my one hand alone the number of real reasons = good exit.  The normal procedure after the submission of the official letter (because there's the non-official letter via mail, the unofficial talks) are more unofficial talks where you will hear the attempts to make the person realize how much the company has done for him or her, and litany of "after all that i have done".  In the end, the person is left with nagging questions whether it was the right thing to do.  Of course, ultimately he or she will realize that resignation was the best decision he or she has made, but not before the emotional trauma and pain they have to undergo.  That is, what you call, a pre-exit interview.  After you turn in the paper, put in 30 days, there would still be negotiation of the 30 days.  It is quite rare that a 30-day notice is observed. 

My intention of asking for the person to be assigned for the work I have is pretty simple.  It's a streamlining of the support structure that we currently have.  Local support should be really performed by a different person, not me.  Secondly, I don't want to be stucked by that more than 30-days presidential decree.  Yes, it is not my issue or my problem if I leave.  My rights says that the 30 days count from the day of submission, and I intend to do that if my turn comes up, especially if there's an opportunity that I dare not pass.  After everything that has happened and happening, I am pretty sure that that isn't that far anymore.

Of course, I sent that reply in a shorter, more appropriate version.  Less than an hour later, I was instructed to submit my Turnover plan.    The pimp was feeling off with the up-to-your face attitude of the mail.  But let's look at the bright side - is there? I'd like to think there is. Tension mode: statically charged.  Applause to my kid sister who knows and acts more grown up than most grown ups at work.

I checked out the friendster forecast again. Guess what?

May 24.  Keep your opinions to yourself today — your emotions could cause too much conflict.  A 'keep it to yourself' mode should continue through today — your opinions are valid (and correct), but no one is in any mood to appreciate them. You will make better use of your time if you channel your emotions into a creative pursuit — cooking, dancing, singing, even shopping will benefit from the ideas you're dying to get out into the world. It's a great day to enjoy friends and fun, and avoid banging your head against a wall with a bunch of folks who just don't get it.

Deja vu? So what, I should have …. Nah. I never believed in bottled-up emotions.  I never like pickles, and I am not about to start just because of some forecast.  But it's funny how it is so closely related, huh?

How can I call my day? I think I can perfectly sum it up in one adage - Murphy's Law.

"Anything that can go wrong will go wrong, at the worst possible time"

Wouldn't you think that an egg-facial be the perfect ending to this wonderful day so-far? Been there, done it. :D