What the hell is the matter with our Finance people???

Sometimes, I really get to thinking – do I not speak clearly, or so, eloquently? According to the grapevine, people from our Finance Department does not get it when I say once… or twice that the boss is not in the office to sign their cheques and letters. Am I not getting through to them in any way? Evidently, they should comprehend and put sense (for once) that there is no parallel universe in between our offices that signing these cheques in a minute’s time is rationally possible. But even that does not change them at all. They will keep on swinging by the door of my office, aggravating me with their constantly annoying “are the cheques signed?” syndrome ad infinitum. Like that is enough…you think… They make me discern my intercom from the rest of the office’s in the worst manner you could ever imagine. Whenever they buzz me, a painfully deafening sound rushes up to my brain and back. That is just one time. Envisage the same thing within 8 hours, five and a half days a week for the last 2 and a half years.


As I am writing and airing this out, my credit officer called me like five times in half an hour, despite my effort of telling them that the boss is out on a far away place..he is in a meeting…he will not be back until noon…I am going ballistic…this is not acceptable anymore…what the hell is wrong with this people? Until when am I gonna have the forebearance of this “crime of ignorance”? When will it sink in? God Bless this people.


Whew!!! What A Day…

It was just like any other working day, which, not for long, turned out to be one of the most demanding of all. I have been in this company for more than 2 years but this is the first time my boss has ever affronted me. The good thing about him is that he never shouts (like scream from the top of his voice like most other superiors) but it was the way he blamed me for his anguish because of something that I never did after all.


Believe you me, I have had my share of ghastly bosses and I do not usually take it easy when I get mistreated. However, I also could not voice out what I feel unhesitatingly, having said that. If I feel bad, I always tell myself to calm down as this, too, shall pass. But now, na-ah…I told him off.


Having been working for this place for quite sometime, I have always identified myself to it and the chemistry between me and my UK-educated Yemeni boss is always with a good mix. I am happy. I still am. Although, the enthusiasm I had 2 years ago is much too inferior to date. Before, I would always wake up thinking about the day for the day and I carry on. But now, even before retiring at night, I worry…a lot. There are just too much of changes happening in and around the company. I cope up by and large but it’s so much so fast, it’s nuts. Hewlett Packard did not become HP overnight, in a year – they became so because they always think they needed to work on everything like…forever.


This company was one small but booming business – it built and added up other dealings to become a group in a span of a year and decisions were made hastily that one mistake after another brimmed over. So much has been said and done, the erroneous consequence is hurting the one entity that put its name in the market from the very beginning.


Now, do I hate my boss for bitching me off? Not really. I could honestly claim that I know him well. I know him too well, as a matter of fact, I can feel and read his mind. I kinda saw his outburst coming because he had a lot of pressure on his shoulders as well. Mine was just an inconvenience and moreover, I completely understand why he behaved that way. He has always been very cool with me anyway so one slip up should not hurt. Only, I don’t think I am getting my bonus this year..he-he-he

I am just so happy that I finally found the perfect time to build this blog up and finally, I will be able to share my everyday thoughts, encounters and parodies if you may, to all my closest and best friends. I have always been fascinated by writing as much as I am enthralled with music. This is actually a perfect combination and I am so pleased I am into both. I have posted some of my previous entries to my own journal. I could not give out everything to the public as there are some little things that I would, of course, rather keep for myself and GOD. Then again, this is one very good way of helping me ease out my everyday havoc. I am keeping my fingers crossed.

10 December 2005 – 1539 hrs.

This day seemingly turned out to be very quiet. First reason being that my filing has no pile-up. Another is that, I was able to do everything as per my day’s plan. Finally, I have spared time to jot down on my journal. I came back from lunch with a full tummy and I could say that it is one of those satisfying 2-hour breaks as I was able to feed my 5-month old – twice! (Happy Birthday Denahi – today!!!) and cleaned up my bigger fellow who came home from school. Whilst tucking him in bed for his daily afternoon nap, I asked him about school today and he said that his teacher taught him the ABC with a kinda cute poem in the beginning and a really new-sounding tune. Of course, how he sang it, was the cutest part. I am just so proud of him. Although he is a very mischievous and energetic child at the same time, I see to it that I make up for the time of scolding and disciplining. Besides, these are children who are in their early ages – whatever you say or do, they will somehow keep on doing what will make them the happiest.


I watch this “Super Nanny” show on MBC4 and I see a lot of strategies being put to place in keeping order at home, for example, with 3 children of 3-2-1. They show at least part of it. But after a couple of days, the “Nanny” leaves to watch the family from her monitor outside the home. It works at the time she is completely and partially involved – but the thing is, she is there. What comes after that? At the end of the day, it all still depends on the parents’ consistency and command to their children, which is basically what all her instructions are about. Sometimes, I ask myself if I am a good parent or at least together with my husband, qualified for that matter, especially on the question of rearing our children to be better people. I could honestly claim that I am not that patient. But one way or another, I live up to the demands of my job. I think I am doing pretty good. My hubby has always been very supportive in more ways than one and I do recognize the value of that. He makes a very cool Dad as well. I am more of the disciplinary mom and I will spank my children in the most appropriate way if the situtation calls for it. On the other hand, my husband is very timid, subtle and keenly aware when it comes to our kids. But unlike me, he will only burst out once and that is it.


After a day’s work, I look forward to coming home because I do not look at my motherhood as an obligation but I put sense on all the things I ought to do for my family. That brings a great deal of joy to me. Even if I tend to loose my voice at times by screaming around to scare them and make them settle down a bit, after that, the smiling faces, hugs, kisses, pillow fights, bed wrestling and “I Love you’s” are priceless moments that follow. I feel so blessed and I thank GOD I experience these everyday.

05 December 2005 – 1555 hrs.

In the morning, at least before I start doing anything in the office, I always try my level best to open that prayer sent to me, which was made by T.D. Jakes. Supposed to be a very powerful prayer, I have made it a habit of saying it because I feel that whenever I do, It encompasses all that is in my heart and mind. Do you know that feeling when you pray and you tend to forget stuff that you have been wanting to pray for? You say “Amen” and make the sign of the cross and then remembers something that you wanted to talk to GOD about, so you then say sorry for saying Amen because apparently, you are not even done praying. Got my drift?


When I came back from my maternity leave, which by the way came to pass so quickly, I decided that I will make the most of my time. At the end of the day, or so when I get the chance during the day, I will write something on my journal. It will entail in-the-midst-of-things thoughts, matters, issues, arguments, tasks and syllogisms, over-all, I feel will be significant in this principle of journal-writing. I think it is about time I go out of this world of mine where I have devoted myself to believing that it is only my children, my husband, my family and my work. Forget the things that I still want and desire for. Somehow, it means that I still get to play the guitar once in a while but I want to have more time to play it and this time means time alone with me. My sister always gives me the nudge to do reality check once in a while. “I know that you’re married and that you had your good times when you were single, and you drank your heart out in College even during midterm exams period – but it doesn’t mean you stop living your own life now that you’re married”. There are still bits and pieces that I want to do for myself and myself alone, not deviating myself from my motherhood.


These past couple of days, I have realized my long-sought fervor of David Blaine, which dates back to 97, when he started claiming his righteous place in the world of unexplainable illusions and ingenious knacks, whether it be with cards, a chicken’s head or his own arms. I am in continuous pursuit of anything new about him as I think he is currently resting from his last stunt – “Above The Below”. I saw this site by Timothy McSweeney, wherein you can send open letters to people and/or entities that are unlikely to respond. I saw a letter written by an English to David Blaine who says he is a big fan of the latter, only, he wants to express his sincere sympathy and criticism of DB on why he chose to do this stunt in, of all places, the United Kingdom. Well, if you know or are friends with some English populace, you know why the former questions DB on this. I wrote one to DB’s current wife, whom I do not know of. Then, it struck me. I can write my own open-ended nothing just to relieve myself from a lot of questions in my mind right now.


I got back my Airfare Encashment Form as I am already entitled for an Airticket and Ate Lina from the Accounts Department has advised me to send it to them as soon as possible so as she could finalize it before she proceeds on her annual leave. There will be quite a headache if I leave it to the hands of the”tara’s”, some of which are very helpful to me, though. But…but…but….why leave it for later if I can get it done now.


When I woke up in the moring today, I was ailing because half of my back was so painful, especially if and when I attempt to stretch out. Truth of the matter is I was in oblivion most of today. I just found myself reading through a whole paragraph of a letter I was typing and did not understand anything once done.


Tomorrow is the grand finals of the singing competition I won from last time. I am looking forward to it. Do I desire to win? One can only hope.

“Fragile, like a baby in your arms.  Be gentle with me, I am never willing to do you harm…Apologies, for all the things you did to me.  But just like a child, you make me smile when you care for me”


– Depeche Mode