I was at an office last week sitting in a corner trying
myself to forget time. The office is of
regular size. By regular, I mean twenty
(20) feet by twenty feet. Maybe it was
designed for four (4) tables max. But the
thing had somehow bothered me is that there were more than ten tables packed in
that office.
The things that are done here… It must be important.
The waiting took a little while longer. To keep my mind busy, I started looking at
the only available and visible objects present in that room.
Well, there were several employees working. One is on the phone and seems to be giving
instructions to the other end. So absorbed
in what he is doing, never bothered the one working at his back staring at the
screen as if it was the last day of his life.
I moved my head to my left, two girls were also busy
writing. Though I heard a madam on my
back with her cellphone, busy giving instructions too, I tried concentrating on
my front. In the back of my mind, I do
thought it was an instruction office.
Then I moved my view to the center of that office. There is a bag made of bury. Seldom do I see bags like these being used
nowadays. I took a picture of it. I do have a fan-mania for native products
like that. Then I promised myself to
post the thing on my blog.
I asked for the owner.
She is the one working in the front when I took the picture. I asked where did she got the bag. She said it was from somewhere that is not
from Bohol. The name of the lady?...
well, she got me to not telling her real name.
She just said, just please call me ‘Tata’ or ‘Mam Tata’.
I felt joy. Maybe, if
we all use bags like these, we can promote something that might help our local
industry. Maybe we can do even
more. Maybe we could attract tourists to
use bags like that too. Who knows?
At any rate, the waiting was over and I got what I came
for. We exchange goodbyes and well
wishes.
Till we meet again.
