Its sadder for the ones left behind...

*grits teeth and grits teeth some more* alternating with

What a fitting end to the string of fiascos last week.....
(blame the phone company)

In the late night last sync meeting I attended the other week, out of the blue my manager said some worrisome and irksome news which blindsided us. I cannot obviously give the details but it will mean some upheaval for our team which has been meeting targets and working smoothly together.

My first memory of my current boss was his picking me up from Cincinnati airport and making sure I had breakfast at his house, cooked by his wife who usually didn't cook because she was too busy at the hospital.

What a fitting start to this week which looks to be more of the same...
(again, same phone company to rant at)

This morning, I woke up groggily from 4 hours of sleep, to text messages from two friends in Cebu who said one of our batchmates just died. She left behind a young son and a husband who has always been there for her. She had breast cancer. Most of us who saw her last in a party to commemorate the New Year, her son's birthday and Three Kings last year didn't have an inkling that she had that deadly killer in her cells.

My last memory of her would be of her carrying her son, laughing at us and smiling brilliantly at the camera.

This evening, I hear another kind of news bound to upset the processes and way we do work from one of our Finance guys who we've always worked with comfortably. My best memory of him was his describing how he was going to celebrate Mother's Day with his..well..mom. She wasn't feeling well that day.

I couldn't stand it anymore - not after last weekend when I pondered about the significance of the change at work, not after this morning when I contacted those I could and repeated over and over again the news and funeral details to my college classmates and shared acquaintances who knew my barkada, and not after again being cut off in the middle of doing my work from my emails and tools with a looming deadline at my back.

I typed on MOC to one of my teammates in Belgium (lucky that the DSL came back for 5 minutes)...

Chat:
C: "Wonderful!" *groan*
H:"I hate this.."

C:"Well, it is strange though.......*censored*........... so it should not be that way"
H:"Exactly."

C:"Tsk..tsk...who's next? Mark Hurd? hehehe"
H:"Hehehe..."

And on that sad, ironical note (at least I was restrained  in my reaction), I end my thoughts.