What happened to my friend?
Days ago, I called in my sister’s house. As the lousy steward, this was my first and last visit in almost five years, to check the occupants and the house. The house was still.
Days ago, I called in my sister’s house. As the lousy steward, this was my first and last visit in almost five years, to check the occupants and the house. The house was still.
Raiza, a nurse by profession and a networker by accident, seems to enjoy meeting and selling the whole idea. Polly, on the other hand is only seventeen and convinced Raiza to join her group. In other words, the younger is more spirited in terms of entrepreneurial skills than the elder.
Eleven years, ago, I came back after a year’s sabbatical from New Delhi, and pursue a different kind of life – the digital life.
“…No matter what your profession – doctor, lawyer, architect, accountant – if you are an American, you better be good at the touchy-feely service stuff, because anything that can be digitized can be outsourced to either the smartest or the cheapest producer.” Thomas L Friedman (World Is Flat).
The organizational trouble shooter is champion league, but lending your ideas to your boss is cool as well. But it is different matter with your colleagues.
My colleagues are fifty. Have we passed the aging journey test?
Four jobless professionals in the family, two nurses and two tourism pros.
Good Morning Food Center, Tacloban City. Two tall and big girls ( Ara, and Ruth S) conspired together to bring an early reunion for one portly Clarissa Uy, one of the busiest food chain chief executive officer in the City.
For fifty-one years, I realized that every time I wake up in the morning is a way of life. For 29 years, I have been living – teaching, mentoring, and attending school and church meetings.
It was a stolen summer. The temperature rose to sweltering heights, and children found little joy in the outdoors, adults recoiled at their sweat glands and whole communities dragged forward in the hope of a cooler tomorrow.