My mother has always had fond memories of her former job at the packaging section of a tobacco company in Manila. She started working in the department several years before she met my father. The job was not that easy but she coped well through the help of her co-workers who later became her best buddies. She was thankful that they were willing to help a newbie like her familiarize her job which include sorting of imported-quality cigarettes (Iâ€™m not sure if gurkha cigars were included). The products were shipped overseas. My mom said the cigarettes the company was manufacturing were one of the popular brands during those times. She also had her share of not-so-good memories at her workplace, but that would be a different story altogether.
This is one nostalgic entry for me. I couldn’t help but feel sad whenever I remember about my unborn child. She or he could have been 5 this year and probably going to school. Hubby and I have accepted the fact that the baby is not meant for us. It was meant to be an ANGEL guiding us.
My share for Nostalgia this week
Found this while looking for old photographs. The info on the card says it all – its a press pass for a media coverage. I was a stringer of the Philippine News Agency then.
My share for Nostalgia.