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Posted Tuesday, March 13, 2007

So there goes my year as a tWS Business Manager.

Did I like my job? I guess so, what with last minute trips to the OIP and weekly visits to the Business and Finance only to find out that the papers have not yet been signed, or the employees whose signatures were urgently needed were on leave, or the last request for petty cash replenishment had not yet been approved (and its been two weeks already!).

Challenging.

But I’d rather not rant about my B&F triumphs and disasters or I’d die of grief caused by too much what ifs. I’m just relieved that my work is over, and happy to have emerged in one piece thank you very much.But just when I was beginning to miss everyone at tWS who brought color to my otherwise pathetic school year, the last of my to-do things brought me back to reality, telling me “Your work isn’t over yet, punk, so slave away!”

Did I mention that I liked my job? Either way, it was definitely not a job well done. Something was always up and it annoyed me as hell that I couldn’t give one hundred percent effort in what I did. Couldn’t prepare the snacks on time, couldn’t get the money I needed, couldn’t find out when the B/F employees were going to be on leave (again), etc…etc…I hated writing columns (no surprises when the final output proved as smelly as dog poo). But I loved the lampoon column I wrote with Jordie, which just confirms how I sucked at the real thing and excelled (I think) at lampoons. So sad…

Wondering where to get funding for surprise activities (trans. Those not included in the budget) was always a challenge. And worrying about what to feed my fellow tWS babies always left me in a tight spot.It was just a job done (half done, actually). Neither great, neither terrible. And I’m not even sure if it was done out of fear, respect, or boredom. Yes, there was love, but there were times when I wanted to quit and relinquish my position to someone more deserving. Only my pride (I have lots of it) kept me from bursting. And only the people I worked with kept me from falling apart.

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I owe this position to Mich who cheerfully recommended me to where I had been these past two semesters. I do hope with all my heart she doesn't consider appointing me a mistake. But, it was indeed worth a tinge of regret...heheIf it wasn't for tWS, I wouldn't have known Kim, my kabsi, for who she is - the patient, understanding workaholic who'd rather not sleep just to finish all her chores than stay around and do nothing. The same Kim who thought I was a Masscom sophie almost three years ago. I wouldn't have gotten to know Odie and Micah, two of the most spiritual people I know and two of the smartest individuals I am proud to be friends with. I know they're good eggs but somehow I can point out where their cracks are.

Speaking of religious individuals, how can I forget John Steve and his "bitaw" tendencies, supergirl Rochelle and her juggling prowess, and word and number demi-god Nino, also known as Mr. Kris Aquino, or was it Inigo?Who would've thought Aiken and I would cross paths once again not as talkative campus ambassadors but as serious [huh?] tWS staffers. The second semester paved way for Aiken and his Beyonce-Lea Salonga singing voice, I'm just glad I lived to see the amazing talents of The Diva.I'm thankful for a lot of things actually. Thankful and amazed to have known the only paper boy with a kick-ass car (with a super cool sound system ready to substitute even the most effective massage chair anytime). Well, Paul, may your technology/gadget-worshipping and hopeless-romantic City of Angels-loving days never cease.

Although I wasn't able to bond with them, Pearl, Sesi, Eugene, and Marvin were as important a part of the Weekly family as all of us were. Should Pearl and Sesi abandon the hopes of becoming RNs, betcha big bucks they could swiftly earn their way to Broadway or Hollywood. The combination of Marvin's photos and Eugene's Photoshop skills truly explained why they were the heaven-sent Portal imports.But before them, the office was graced by meisters Claro (his pictures are the Man!) and Jeruel (di lang pang-lay-out, pang sinugba pa...hehe). Alongside Office master Jan Q they labored, but still managed to have fun like the lovable character Gong Gong created by, and not in the image of, my other tWS kabsi Joseph, who, in all his white glory, didn't need to apply powder on.

Skimmer wannabe John Boaz once told me I gotta choose on which side I render my loyalty. And as often stressed by the loquacious (as in super) Marianne, the Union always knew how to party. How I wish she and Of Beer and Pen blogger Dirgy tie the knot and have little Mariadirgys running around the living room. hehe...If it weren't for these people, I wouldn't have discovered Santander!The truth is I love the Ed Board as much as I love the Union.Happy vacation to those who drank Tequila and Tanduay with me - special mention to Bullfrog Jordan who hasn't even tasted beer and, ohmygosh, SANG, and Donna, whose rendition of Video Kill the Radio Star could've topped the Weekly charts...

The Amazing Award goes to Dirgy who despite red eyes and empty Tequila bottles remained sober and alert! Geek ba na?To those who helped me puke it all while enduring the nasty smell of my insides (again special mention to Michelle and Odie), you were the best. Daghang salamat.To those who understood my being an Obcompfreak, a bright clean future awaits…hehe…

Support the John Boaz-Marianne-Dirgy and Jan7-Donna love teams.

Kampay everyone...