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I don't believe this.
It's past four in the afternoon of a busy workday, and I'm all alone in the office. All. Alone.
4:10pm, Thursday, April 14, 2005. Photo taken with a Canon 350D. (Hehehe)
Apparently some idiots are circulating via SMS this rumor of some nun who had previously predicted the big tsunami-generating earthquake a few months back, and she is predicting an Intensity 9 earthquake here at 5pm, about an hour from now.
I thought I was working with intelligent, sane and reasonable people. Writers, journalists, columnists, art directors, photographers, graphic designers, fashion stylists ...thinking folk. Or so I thought.
All gone. I feel like Charlton Heston in The Omega Man, wandering through an deserted office floor, looking for sleeping vampires. Or Cillian Murphy stumbling through an empty Picadilly Circus in 28 Days Later.
Get this: the evacuation is apparently official, company-sanctioned. Institutionalized superstitiousness. I was told that our HR department asked everyone to be out of here by at least 4:50. Get lost for a half hour and come back if you need to, or go home. People began disappearing at 4pm. I was also told our creative director instructed that all files be saved and the computers be turned off. The Art Department apparently called it a day, and my editorial staff left for a presscon en masse, an hour and a half early. The head of HR made a sweep of the floor and found just me, and asked me to go down. Hell no. I just kept working.
They've all gone. Admin, Editorial, Circulation, Art, everyone. All the phones are ringing and no one's answering. Creeeepy!
And here I was thinking it was the 21st Century.
I don't believe this. Boy, am I going to laugh at everyone tomorrow...
POSTSCRIPT: The next day, those who left and went home were ordered to stay and extend work by an extra hour, after being told to leave the day before. Sheesh. Go figure.
It's past four in the afternoon of a busy workday, and I'm all alone in the office. All. Alone.
4:10pm, Thursday, April 14, 2005. Photo taken with a Canon 350D. (Hehehe)
Apparently some idiots are circulating via SMS this rumor of some nun who had previously predicted the big tsunami-generating earthquake a few months back, and she is predicting an Intensity 9 earthquake here at 5pm, about an hour from now.
I thought I was working with intelligent, sane and reasonable people. Writers, journalists, columnists, art directors, photographers, graphic designers, fashion stylists ...thinking folk. Or so I thought.
All gone. I feel like Charlton Heston in The Omega Man, wandering through an deserted office floor, looking for sleeping vampires. Or Cillian Murphy stumbling through an empty Picadilly Circus in 28 Days Later.
Get this: the evacuation is apparently official, company-sanctioned. Institutionalized superstitiousness. I was told that our HR department asked everyone to be out of here by at least 4:50. Get lost for a half hour and come back if you need to, or go home. People began disappearing at 4pm. I was also told our creative director instructed that all files be saved and the computers be turned off. The Art Department apparently called it a day, and my editorial staff left for a presscon en masse, an hour and a half early. The head of HR made a sweep of the floor and found just me, and asked me to go down. Hell no. I just kept working.
They've all gone. Admin, Editorial, Circulation, Art, everyone. All the phones are ringing and no one's answering. Creeeepy!
And here I was thinking it was the 21st Century.
I don't believe this. Boy, am I going to laugh at everyone tomorrow...
POSTSCRIPT: The next day, those who left and went home were ordered to stay and extend work by an extra hour, after being told to leave the day before. Sheesh. Go figure.
Evacuation? Dude.
I'll just stare at the clock now and count the minutes. *hums*
Hope everything's alright. :)
Nini wrote something about it too.
~Henjie
WTF
Manny (http://manny88131.blogspot.com)
office space...saan ang cubicle nyo? God Bless.
It's a two-editor office. I have the table closest to the door. The one behind my desk belongs to Paulo Alcazaren, editor of BluPrint and My Home.
Here's a closer detail shot of my work area:
K. That's enough of the Adel Gabot office tour, I think.
Salamat po. God Bless.
If there's going to be an earthquake, I'll ask my dogs for confirmation.
stupid, stupid
but don't you just feel great that you can now call those worry-warts as stupid?
OMG!!!
Probably one of the reasons I left. Hahaha...