The Loooooong Week…
The past week was exhausting. It was inevitable, since we are now in the midst of having our maintenance program approved by a foreign Aviation Authority (read: the US). Hectic preparations were made weeks ago, but as of yesterday, it seemed like it was for nothing. There were still tons of work to do.
It’s bad enough that we have half-day Saturday work, but to be recalled to the office after your mindset is intent of having to enjoy the precious afternoon with your family edges me to the brink. But, what can I do? If I don’t report for work, I know there will be unwritten consequences. Yes, and couple that with the fact that I’m just a couple of minutes away from the office won’t help any excuse I can conjur. Besides, my manager was in a far worse condition. He was the one who called me up and asked me to report back. Everybody was being recalled, he said. Just after our AVP has met with the Denizens of the High and Mighty Authorities. I had to comply. Worse still was my colleague who was asked to go to work, when he was on vacation leave! Geeezzz…. I thought he’d be spared.
Oh, and did I tell you that I had to wait until around 9pm Friday night just because our Maintenance Provider couldn’t give us the dfocuments we needed earlier? Ho-hum.
There I was, explaining the situation to my wife, who knows I can do nothing… and then Matt comes up to me to hug my thighs and declare “Dada!”. We had to break the sad news to matt gently. When Nina told him I had to go to work, the kid cried. It tore my heart. It’s a good thing that Matt’s at an age where we could talk to him. So we told him that I’ll be back soon. He agreed, but still whimpering and sobbing.
I packed my laptop, just in case it would be more effidcient to have two displays in front of me, and hurriedly put on my clothes. When I got to the office, a briefing was taking place on what exactly were we to do. Everybody knew that we had to move this thing forward, or all our heads will be on the chopping board. In the end, I never got to use MyToy. It just sat in my bag the whole 5 hours I spent, looking at the hard copy of a task card and the monitor for checking what the hell is wrong with it.
We had a small feast of barbecue for dinner, but there was still uncertainty as to what will happen even after I left.
And the story will continue this week…
A New Toy
Although I refuse any Zoids model to be called a ‘toy’, I had to concede to the label. We got a very very late lunch at Robinson’s Place Malate today. Our main objective: to find a pillow replacement for Matt. We bought him a flat hotdog pillow at the same store. It was originally for Nina when she was pregnant with Matt. But when matt was a baby, he claimed it for his own.
The pillows were near the toys at the department store and Matt saw the Thomas trains, different sizes, on a rack. Nina and I knows that the kid has been obsessed with Thomas ever since my mom (who’s in ‘the land down under’) sent him a Thomas train set. I also wanted to make up for the lost time last week, so when we saw the small Thomas look-a-like train for an affordable price, we had to buy it for him. But I planned on using my card to pay for it (since it’s near sweldo, the previous sweldo has dwindled to a point where I have to ensure there is sufficient cash to run the house for a few more days). But I feared that they would require a bigger amount for me to use my card.
And thus we got…..
Buster Eagle! (I know it’s a weird name, but that’s what this Zoids is called)
And now, it’s the new banner for this blog!
I’ve set my sights on this zoids whe I first saw it around 4 years ago on the Japanese website of the Zoids toy line. And, I got it with around a 40% discount!
It’s a good ‘power up’ to keep me going for another hectic week.
