Oh Intel, how do I love thee?
Enough to trudge through the aftermath of last night’s typhoon this morning at 6:40 am trying to hail a cab so I could catch a shuttle to commute the 50 minutes to work so I could try to save Intel some money that no one is really going to notice.
Enough to actually not be able to hail the taxi to catch the shuttle, and thus walking towards the Shanghaimart office two kilometers away, braving the winds with my dinky toadstool of an umbrella (stop snickering) that kept threatening to fly away and expose my beautiful face to the acidic typhoon droplets. Then, having to turn around and backtrack not once, but twice, because the streets were flooded and I was wearing pants and decent shoes.
Enough to finally make it to Shanghaimart, dry my pant legs at the Starbucks downstairs, and make my way to the 22th floor to do some work before catching the 9:30 shuttle to my office across the river.
Enough to go back to the 22nd floor after the 9:30 shuttle actually left at 9:28, leaving me standing there for 15 minutes wondering if the typhoon had washed the little bus away.
And so, Intel should love me back. I do not do the unrequited love thing, these days. And so that nap that I took at home just now when my boss was looking for me over e-mail…let’s call that one a hickey that I richly deserved today.
I’ll do it all again when the stock prices hits $40.
