Walking on Cloud Nine

#116: Amongst Mango Trees


I'm floating on clouds and confetti now. And bathing on mango juice and mocha beats. I don't know how to describe my high. You just had to be there - all 4 events in all 4 different places with 4 different teams and 4 different kinds of equipment. They miraculously all worked. And based on the sales commitments made (signed in blood, of course. Okay, it was with your standard issue Pilot felt-tip pen, but signed, nonetheless) we're going to hit budget. And the high gets higher.

And now that they're all over and only the sound of congratulations remains, I am torn between celebrating this win by posting a riveting account and collapsing on my bed.

I'll just let these pictures paint the thousands of words I'm too lazy to write now. And while my boss failed to say "great job" again, countless people sure made up for it by throwing buckets of that this way.

One said, "The best and biggest thing done for this brand so far since its inception." Another said, "Ikaw ang bagong Eight O'Clock." When a brother approached me to say, "Galing mo talaga," I knew I had to give the glory to the one who truly deserves it instead of just saying my usual gracious thanks. "Praise God," I told him. "Praise God indeed," he responded.



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