Thursday, March 24, 2005

"Penitencia"

It's a Maundy Thursday and here I am toiling away alone at the office. It's bad enough that I am working while the rest of the country are either enjoying their much-deserved summer vacation or recharging their spiritual batteries in reminiscing the sufferings of Jesus Christ. What's worse is that I am doing this involuntarily, and without overtime pay at that.

You see, I work for the Philippine office of a global multinational, whose regional managers demand to receive their reports on the dot and do not tolerate "excuses" (like holidays).

So is this the cross I have to bear? Is there a payoff somewhere at the end? I feel like Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, agonizing over his situation. No doubt, anyone from my company who reads this will not feel offended over my near-blasphemy, as they are all agnostics. My boss himself admitted that he does not belong to nor recognize any religion.

Well, they may not admit it, but they seem to belong to one cult -- the cult of corporate profitability.

I'm hungry, tired, and miserable. I wanna go home.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

30 Schoolchildren Die of Food Poisoning

Depressed by the news that about 30 kids in Bohol, Philippines died after eating a cassava snack sold outside their school. Apparently cassava is a root crop which, if not prepared and cooked properly, may contain a form of cyanide that can easily kill an adult, let alone a child. However, it did not seem to be a deliberate attempt to poison, as the snack vendor herself was downed by the poison, when she tried to prove that her food was safe to eat. Nonetheless, it looks like the carelessness of one person can result in tragic consequences to the most innocent.

Sometimes you wonder whether there is any meaning to this life. Those kids were totally oblivious of the fact that they were going to die that fateful day. Their parents were clueless that their children were going to suffer a horrible, painful death when they sent them off to school that morning. Did any of them deserve to die like this?

Hey, shit happens, they say. "Nobody wanted this to happen." Tell that to their grieving parents.