Ayala Land had its townhall meeting today. You know, the one where the company president showcases the achievements, state of the company and the challenges the company will face in 2008. More important, it was the time to rah-rah and rally its people to success.
But for me, the townhall is really a show of force. It is to show that more than ever, the company has a sense of direction and that it is thinking of its people. For one, management, the bosses and its talent work together and look at the same piece of blue sky. Key word is same.
Well, so much for SAME.
I arrived early this morning since I was anticipating traffic along buendia and edsa. But since there was not much traffic at 7am, i got there in a jiff. I wanted to wear something nice because it is a time to show who's fashionable and who's not today. I also wanted to feel "good" and "responsible" and so i wore a nice shirt, naturally. I wore my ever reliable jacket to keep me warm too.
Cut to me walking along market market trying to figure out where the building was. The building was called "EVERY NATION". It was a rather strange name for a building. I saw a couple of guys in green polo shirt. Then another set in white polo shirt. But all of them in jeans and rubber shoes. I thought, nah, couldnt be. How can they come to an official function in shirt and jeans?? or can they?
At this point i broke into cold sweat. i texted my officemate slash friend regarding the dress code. "Is there a dress code for today?" He texts back saying, "A is in polo barong". I text back, "that's not an answer! is there a dress code today? I saw other people in official company polo shirt!" At this point, i wanted to die. But i kept walking hoping that my group was actually required to wear formal business clothes.
I got inside the building and i saw a sea of people in white and green. I was greeted by another officemate, "speaker ka ba? bakit iba ang damit mo." Because i was on leave yesterday, nobody told me about the dresscode. I really wanted to sock the face of my "friend". Did he do that on purpose? He texted me jokes and shit yesterday but this. I really wanted to strangle him. And here he was texting me, "Sodee". One, sodee sounds sooo retarded. and two, it's not funny.
a few more confrontational texts he admits it was his fault. he should have told me. I just couldn't take it. Hate him.
As the townhall finished, there was an upside to what i wore. While the rest were feeling extremely cold, my jacket and long sleeved kept perfectly warm. ha!
what i dont get really is how can people forget to mention these things?! and our secretary, she didn;t even bother. Come to think of it, she never really bothered for anything.
I knew how it feels to be like sore thumb. But this sore thumb was a nicely manicured one. No thanks to my cheery disposition. hahahahahahahah!
B. Double B.
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