I was tasked to secure a document in one of our government offices and I found myself sitting comfortably on a mono bloc chair while waiting for my priority number to be called. The air conditioning unit inside the edifice, to my mind, can manage to cool down the day of the other clients inside who were also patiently waiting for their turn. From one corner, I can see an old woman busying herself filling up the forms assisted by her companion. On one end, I see college students very busy crawling their fingers over their phones - playing mobile games . Everyone inside try to entertain themselves to lessen the boredom of waiting.
A man on his fifties sitting beside me was complaining about the current system in the office. With a simple document to submit, he has to get a priority number just like the rest of us. He pointed several reminders posted around which I myself was caught in confusion too. I tried to calm him down and deviate to a topic to lighten his day. And it worked.
In the course of our conversation, I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately turned my head from where it came from. I saw this man who I estimated within the range of my age introducing himself. The face was familiar but I cannot figure out when I meet him. Not to disappoint the person, I excused from my previous conversation and started talking to him.
He was Jojo. He works as a freelancer and travels around Visayas and Mindanao to promote his product. He retains several clients to do all their financial reports. Guess, he sells accounting software's too. While he was busy talking, I squeezed every corner of my head to remember the person but no to avail. To my mind, he could be a participant in one of the seminars that our office conducts. He could also be one of my classmates in my post-graduate class because he mentioned about the university where I earned my master's degree.
Is it part of my senior moments-the tendency to forget things? Yet, I believe I still have a sharp mind and a keen disposition of my memory. And hopefully, when a bunch of "Jojo" comes, I could remember them swiftly.
A man on his fifties sitting beside me was complaining about the current system in the office. With a simple document to submit, he has to get a priority number just like the rest of us. He pointed several reminders posted around which I myself was caught in confusion too. I tried to calm him down and deviate to a topic to lighten his day. And it worked.
In the course of our conversation, I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately turned my head from where it came from. I saw this man who I estimated within the range of my age introducing himself. The face was familiar but I cannot figure out when I meet him. Not to disappoint the person, I excused from my previous conversation and started talking to him.
He was Jojo. He works as a freelancer and travels around Visayas and Mindanao to promote his product. He retains several clients to do all their financial reports. Guess, he sells accounting software's too. While he was busy talking, I squeezed every corner of my head to remember the person but no to avail. To my mind, he could be a participant in one of the seminars that our office conducts. He could also be one of my classmates in my post-graduate class because he mentioned about the university where I earned my master's degree.
Is it part of my senior moments-the tendency to forget things? Yet, I believe I still have a sharp mind and a keen disposition of my memory. And hopefully, when a bunch of "Jojo" comes, I could remember them swiftly.
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