17 January 2011

start of a new temporary.

It's a wet, rainy, muddy, windy Monday and i have to travel at least an hour from home to work, 3 ride changes with at least 2 transport mode changes.

Test travel to work place led to a conclusion that on a wet, rainy monday morning, i have to leave the house not later than 7am if i want to be in the office by 8.

work is not yet very hectic since i'm just starting, meaning, i have this day to look stupid and keep asking the busy everyones for all the readings so i can familiarize myself with the program.

it was still wet and raining when i arrived at the island; it was even wetter when i arrived at the office. it was half past 8. boss and other staff were busy so i went out for coffee. more wetness and drizzle, and now soft, brown mud all the way to the makeshift shelter that's a canteen. i intended to just buy instant coffee in a styro cup so i can bring it back to the office but no, apparently, nobody here likes their coffee to go so no canteen serves coffee to go so i took my coffee there, in one of the many empty, gloomy tables. i tried to plan my day while sipping coffee and gazing outside the cyclone wire fence. i have a view of my office's brown wooden door.

i remember the day PF, our common male friend and I went to the island and took the wrong ferry. The ferry choice was never wrong until we were in the middle of the ocean and the ferry did not make that unexpected  turn as we prayed it would. So we sat at the wrong dock, contemplating on what to do now that we're practically on the wrong part of the island. I suggested we return and take the right ferry. I remember male friend (mf) saying nobody goes back to correct a mistake. and that we should just proceed and do the correction along the way. correcting, meaning, we get a tricycle from the WRONG port to the other RIGHT port where we're really supposed to dock. it will be more expensive and would take longer BUT it is the macho way of doing things. and dude, i am a MACHOwo man. we got to where we intended to go and i will probably write a better story about it, now that i remember it.

but i must go back to office, now that i have finished my coffee because the drizzle has progressed to a full rain and i don;t want to be soaked in my first day at work.

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