Pinoy Wasteland

I woke up. The birds are chirping, the sun is up and shining, and yes, there are always flowers in our very small garden. It could have been a wonderful day if not for the fact that I have work.

At work, because earnings season is over, there is very little to do. Many of us are helping out with the Christmas decorations yesterday. The theme for our department is Santa’s factory. They are making a big deal about it. There is a contest for it, and the Asians Equity department always win.  Let’s face it, as creative as we Filipinos are, if pitted against a group comprising of Koreans, Chinese and Japanese, we stand a small chance (I think it’s a cultural thing) plus they earn a lot more money than we do (just think of their budget — big). But who knows, with the effort they are giving into it… Baka manalo kami.

Yesterday, I was doing letters. We already made letters to Santa. This time, we did it in foreign languages. It would have been fun if we didn’t need to cut it out. I asked what the flap (see image below) is for? Nobody really explained it to me. Nobody could. And I, having the weak personality that will suitably fit in a communist country where everybody just followed (partly because I am too bored and I don’t want to do the exercises we’ve been subjected for the past four months).

Between that, I was asked to help out to make Styrofoam windows. The types you see in churches.I don’t know why they have to ask me for help. I did some drafting. Drafting, something I have not done since High School. They want to make it as if to look like stained glass (and they used cellophane). I would have been more impressed if they could have made patterns on it like Madonna and Child or something like that. But unfortunately, they only have red and green for colors and they don’t have time or maybe he skill for it.

Back to my letter writing, that is interrupted by the fake stained glass. I am content on writing and since nobody among us really understand many languages, I have letters asking Santa for unreasonable things like new parents, people dying a painful (but very slow) death, a new job, complaints from whiny spoiled children. Some I searched the Internet because I need to finish 45 letters. I have them translated to Spanish, German, Hindi, Catalan via the help of translate.google. I enjoy writing the Arabic and Hindi but not the Chinese or Japanese ones, I’d hate the real Chinese people at work seeing it due to the unreliability of the translations and my poor replication of their special characters.

And it is a good thing that I have multiple handwriting due to the years of experience making forgeries of parent’s signatures in my youth (I do it for myself and some people in class).

Then we saw the humongous ribbons. I was not bothered by it but it seems some coworkers do. I am just here to write my evil letters to Santa. They are quite pretty unless you know the content (there are a few that actually  are innocent), I still insist I have beautiful handwriting. I was happy to even do a letter to Santa from the notorious Inday.

Thos humongous ribbons were not really that pretty. When my almost friends asked our gay co-worker how relevant it is syempre kabadingan! Okey. He was too preoccupied by his stained cellophane window (which turned out rather nice). He is trying to compete against the atrocious Cathedral window some other people did.

The ribbons were like three feet wide and they hung it with nylon thread above each other (see image above). The color scheme doesn’t really compliment each other. But I couldn’t care less. On with my writing Santa letters, it was fun until I got tired.

I heard that the other department is putting snow on theirs. Goodbye prize.

P.S.

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Tags: christmas decorations

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