title ikaw na bahala. (Janna Salindong)
Her presence alone could fill up an entire quadrant that, at times, I couldn’t help but wonder if we are mere space fillers. It must be her commanding voice, her powerful stance, her striking confidence, or the combination of all three that could make anyone think twice of walking past her. Mind you, she’s no Miranda Priestley for she’s in a league all her own.
Miss Janna has that slight Miranda vibe going on. Well, minus the killer heels and the permanent scowl. I’ll forever remember that day when she didn’t show up for work and we all thought we could let our hair down, so to speak. Witty remarks such as “let’s party!” “walang boss boss dito” and “tara, uwi na!” filled the spacious room upon official notice of her absence. Ah, finally, we could walk freely in the halls without being subject to her discriminating stare. You probably get the picture.
Then at exactly 3am she showed up. I guess they don’t refer to 3am as the devil’s hour for nothing. As in “The Devil Wears Prada” - again, minus the killer heels bit - we rushed to our posts and feigned busy-ness. Christ, there were even remnants of our fleeting “party” - empty foil wrappers, bits of cellophane and the like! A skeptical look was upon her face and we knew right then and there that someone’s head was bound to come off and roll on floor. I was right next to her that I feared for my life more than anything. She stretched out her hand and I seriously thought that was the end of me. Lo and behold she had a huge bag of pandesal in her outstretched hand! She managed to humor everyone saying “eh di party’s over”.
Guess it doesn’t hurt to have a strict boss. At least I know she has some sense of niceness about her person.
Miss Janna has that slight Miranda vibe going on. Well, minus the killer heels and the permanent scowl. I’ll forever remember that day when she didn’t show up for work and we all thought we could let our hair down, so to speak. Witty remarks such as “let’s party!” “walang boss boss dito” and “tara, uwi na!” filled the spacious room upon official notice of her absence. Ah, finally, we could walk freely in the halls without being subject to her discriminating stare. You probably get the picture.
Then at exactly 3am she showed up. I guess they don’t refer to 3am as the devil’s hour for nothing. As in “The Devil Wears Prada” - again, minus the killer heels bit - we rushed to our posts and feigned busy-ness. Christ, there were even remnants of our fleeting “party” - empty foil wrappers, bits of cellophane and the like! A skeptical look was upon her face and we knew right then and there that someone’s head was bound to come off and roll on floor. I was right next to her that I feared for my life more than anything. She stretched out her hand and I seriously thought that was the end of me. Lo and behold she had a huge bag of pandesal in her outstretched hand! She managed to humor everyone saying “eh di party’s over”.
Guess it doesn’t hurt to have a strict boss. At least I know she has some sense of niceness about her person.
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