a Change in Scenery

An awesome fact about the new place is that there isn't really much to be said at all. This is entirely because I haven't spent the most of those 2 weeks at the office. This is amazing news.

But I still have to say something, before I lose that fresh perspective and novel insight afforded only to those who are in transition. Ehem, ehem.

The commute takes some getting used to. It's a far cry from the Makati shuttle I took at the last place, especially now that this new route requires a jeep, a bus, and an MRT ride to complete--plying Sucat road, SLEX and EDSA respectively. Those are 3 rides compared to the lazy 1 shuttle where I am of the habit of just dozing-off. Dozing-off on the road is not an option anymore. And it's especially difficult since I wake up at 5am now--plus I'm prone to purring noises. Mrrrrr.

Though the location bites, the place itself is a beaut-. It's a new office located at the 18th floor of the sleek, modern Hanston Square building along San Miguel Ave. This gifts wandering eyes with a commanding view of the Ortigas cityscape: Shangrila hotel and mall, Megamall, EDSA, and lately, various ants with umbrellas. Styled like traditional Japanese offices, rows of workspaces and 21inch LCD monitors run perpendicular to lofty windows facing west. And every evening, employees are bathed in orange hues as the sun slowly sets into the skyline.

The work-force has the option to revel in the aforementioned receding glow of dusk at the office or on their way home. The uber-flexitime system in place only enforces mandatory attendance from 11am-4pm, allowing the industrious to clock in as late and clock out as early as they like. And with no salary deductions at all as long as, of course, they fulfill the 80 hours before the bi-monthly payroll cut-off period. Hurrah for options, and hurray for convenience.

My only gripe then is the lack of male representation. 2/3 of the work-force are deployed in Japan and that includes most of the men from the office. Of the 20 people remaining, there are only 6 of us manly men to man the place.

Romantic pursuits may have to be postponed 'til touchdown in Japan, where I'll be sharing a flat with more men. Suffice to say, it's an arrangement that is not without promise.