It’s Thursday and the bosses aren’t here in the office. They’re somewhere in Tagaytay planning for the stuff we‘ll do next year. Hmmm. Don’t you find that ironic? Come to think of it, shouldn’t we be in Tagaytay, too? I mean we’ll be the ones doing the dirty work anyway. (Oh yeah! I forgot! We already had our own planning session disguised as a break from work.)