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The Philippine Independence Day marked my first day of work at my new job.

I was late! Sister C and I was not able to wake up early. I am dropping byher office to have my credentials photo copied. At 945AM, I arrived at ChangiBusiness Park, I, then asked for my manager.

An hour passed by and still I sat there at the lobby. Did they forget about me?Are they still hiring me? Were the thoughts that kept going through my mind.

A guy walked by and asked if I am Alma. He's my buddy. He said that there hasbeen a mishap. The manager I looked for is no longer my manager. There has beensome organizational changes and unfortunately, I was not informed. My new manager was on leave. Pffft... If I had known, I could have hanggled for another day asI was still tired due because of the trip back from the Philippines.

Morning time was to arrange for my id pickup, I had my picture taken. Finally, a full pledged badge. (You see, it was my frustration since I started working in '95.I was assigned at their Philippine site and since then it has been my dream to join the company) I also went to the PC Centre to get my Thinkpad.

Then, they gave me my phone number and my buddy taught me how to access it. Kakaiba kasi so that I can acccess it anywhere. The team I was placed in is the one being assigned to those accounts that is being outsourced to the company. Ang tawag sa akin ay mobile employee. Walang workstation, squatter baga. Hihi... Strike anywhere.

During lunch, my buddy took me to the airport food court. Sosi di ba? Nyahahaha Not!Then, he dropped me off at the office to fend for myself. I had the whole afternoon allto myself and I spent it emailing mader L and reading stuffs in the intranet.

My first day was a blast. I didn't yawn even once. My spirits are high and all fired up.I hope I can sustain it when the actual work comes.

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