lifeunderthecylindricalbox

Moving this blog on another webhost was futile on the first try. Doing the layout was actually easier than it used to be. It was implenting wordpress in the layout (or vice versa) that proved to be a pain. I got to do it for two days, and after finding out that there were so many details I left out, I took a crash course in PHP, thanks to my hardcore PHP programmer colleagues.

In a nutshell, I guess I’ll be stuck here until I get to do some serious reading on this PHP eBook that I got from another officemate.

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Our office recently moved to the far away land of Ortigas, right in the heart of it. I’ll spare you the first-day-new-place blues. It’s not that note-worthy, really:

• The place looks like an abandoned warehouse, straight out of an old, nostalgic Pinoy film… or a haunted house (building, for that matter). For a fact, a couple of guys from the team go to the empty floor below us to get their daily dose of ectoplasm.A couple of pictures shown below “might” lead me to believe that we are, in fact, “not alone”. PP done: resized and marked the important details that might be missed by the uncaring/stupid eye. I would be wasting my time if I just did those myself, would I?
• The elevator smells like a thousand stinky old shoes and a hundred thousand more mothballs were used to preserve them while waiting for tenants.
• The water goes out at 2AM; by 4AM the whole floor reeks (even with the door closed) like a hundred demons decided to pee on the walls — I can’t even begin to describe how the actual washroom smells like.
• My PC runs like a fat, old, sweaty man. The one who uses this PC in the morning changes the resolution to his personal favorite, 1280X800px, which makes it look like I’m supposed to see an old Chinese film right after I login every night.

The only positive thing I can think of about the place at the moment is that the airconditioning feels like Caucasian christmas; it gets awfully cold at times. I’m giving it 2 months before everything starts breaking down, thus turning the place into a real hellhole.

I’d probably still be around by then to sweat night after night or die of suffocation… whichever comes first.