I guess it's mostly because for the whole week I have been in denial. I have been trying to put aside (or to put it more aptly and bluntly even - I have been ignoring) the very fact that my dear sister Iana is leaving in five (5!!!) days. Last week was endorsement week for us - since she has been handling our HR department for the past two years or so - she had to endorse her entire department workload onto poor me. Workload-wise, it's fine really. I have four efficient secretaries under my turf after all. The denial part was more of the fact that I was not just losing my HR manager, I was losing my sister, friend, confidante, roommate for the past two-three years. My being in denial meant I did not entertain her nor her gazillion files (hard and soft copies alike) until she was so pissed, she sent all the soft copies via Skype send file, it made my dear Mac hang on to dear life, almost "hanging" at that; worse, she practically dumped her other non-soft copy (therefore, those real-deal folder-organized) files onto my desk. Then, with the same effect as those seen in movies, she brought home all her stuff, packing them away in a not-so-movie-fashionable "carton" (a box of one of our stocks). She packed away her stuff. For good. For real. My HR manager has left me.
But the even more painful part is the sight and sign of her leaving home. Her cluttered stuff in our room (it's MORE cluttered than usual; clutter is the normal sight of our room, ask our mother), big big big boxes, her old (antique) sewing machine cleaned and polished, all ready to go to the "malaking lupa" (aka Manila) - yes, she's leaving me to seek "greener pastures", or not quite really - she's going to fashion school end of June. Dangnabbit.
I always knew this was coming, anyway. I've always been ready for this, really. Even from two-three years back, I knew she wouldn't stay long here in Ormoc, I always knew she was meant to be big elsewhere - definitely not here in Ormoc. She was never the laidback-like-Maica type. Like my other sister Ivi (aka Iffy), I always knew she was meant to do greater things out there (out there as in Sydney, Australia - both sisters' dream destination, after they visited that land down under a few years back). Even being ready for all these, it's been difficult to adjust to - it still is, and I know it will be difficult all the more after she leaves. Bracing myself for her departure, or rather bracing myself more for her departure.
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Today was Monday. It was even longer than the long week I had last week. More than it being a Monday, it was the first official day that Iana was out of the office - what with HR-related calls, my own-related calls, etc etc etc.
At noon, I had to rush to Church to hear Mass. Afterwards, starving and all, my siblings and I went to our favorite Leni's and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch of Angus beef steak!!! Yes, it was perfect timing - truly a BIG monday treat! Yey! My favorite couple Nini and Martin were around to pay their usual courtesy call to their favorite (I presume rightfully) clients - US! Hahaha. Anyhow, my siblings and I decided to "bond over lunch" since our dear only brother (our favorite brother at that, haha) is off to Cebu tonight to start Medical school - yup, he's taken over my throne. Hats off to my lil bro who is little no more, and off to the real world now. We had a serious heart to heart - it became intense at one point but was cooled down by some light bickering. We are blood siblings after all, blood truly won over. We chatted about practically everything under the sun - just the usual catching up really. And more encouragement and "ra-ra" for our dear brod. It was time well-spent with my favorite people. Ivi is off to Cebu, too, after a good looong weekend at home, what with today, a Monday, a holiday at that...
Darn. Come to think of it. I just had one hell of a day, a Monday, a holiday. Darn again. Why in the world did I slave myself on a holiday? Oh well. That's that. The holiday is over. As Choobs would always put it (enduring a long crazy day at work), "Twas just another day in paradise." Phil Collins can't agree any better.
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At the end of the loooong day, I continue to miss PB. 81 days, we count. 2 months and 3 weeks. Darn. Darn. Darn.
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