MAGICALLY YOURS,

1- The Workaholic

"Andito na po tayo," my driver said.

I opened my eyes from a short nap and quickly changed my Louboutin to Lacoste rubber shoes . The driver opened the car door before I got out of my Toyota Alphard.

I was visiting my glass factory in Calamba, Laguna to conduct my weekly inspection. I owned DKM Build & Design, a construction company specializing in glass installation. My business had been running for ten years and for the past five years, we started manufacturing our own glasses. Malalaking realty corporation ang aking mga kliyente kaya masyado akong maingat sa quality ng aking mga materyales. I personally check eveyrhing sa abot ng aking makakaya. Wala akong panahong maging kampante because with just one small mistakes, I could lose millions in just a snap of fingers.

"Pasok na po tayo Ma'am Deanery," ani Mang Mario ang aking driver. The sun was blazing hot so he opened an umbrella for me. Pinayungan niya ako hanggang  sa  entrada ng factory. It was a 2,500 square meter warehouse -looking factory.

My supervisor Aldrin who was in his forties met me at the entrance. He handed me a helmet for precautionary.

"Is everything okay here?" I asked as I wear the helmet. I was referring about accidents and injuries. Malaki lagi ang nagagastos ko kapag may naaksidenteng mga empleyado. Maliban sa ipapagamot mo na sila babayaran mo pa rin ang mga araw na hindi sila makakapagtrabaho.

"So far Ma'am nag-iingat naman po lahat," sagot ni Aldrin.

"That's good. So can we start now?"

"Yes ma'am. Halina po kayo."

The employees greeted me. I had thirty seven workers in that factory. All were males.

I meticulously checked how the machine works. I watched from the cutting of laminated glasses up to the checking of the quality of finished products. I was happy about the result. It good to know that my people weren't slacking on their jobs.

Tatlong oras ang naconsume ko sa inspection. Paglabas ko ng factory, my driver was already waiting for me with the umbrella.

"Saan na po tayo Ma'am?" tanong niya nang makasakay kami.

"Sa Rich Jobs."

Rich Jobs was in Mandaluyong. Another company of mine that I named under my elder brother. Siya na rin ang pinagkatiwalaan kong magpatakbo nito but still with my significant supervision. My bother's name is Richard so that's how we came up with the name of Rich Jobs. It was a manpower agency that supplies construction workers to DKM. I have more than three hundred contractual construction workers. Hindi ko sila kayang iregular sapagkat may trabaho lamang ako na maooffer sa kanila kapag may project. Kapag ireregular ko lahat, malulugi ako dahil obligado akong pasahurin sila ke may project or wala. Rich Jobs was established  for this purpose. It was a bit unlawful in the eyes of righteous citizen but I couldn't help not to strategize. I was a business woman with a company to protect. Kapag nalugi ako hindi rin lang naman ako ang magugutom kundi ang lahat ng mga empleyadong umaasa sa aking negosyo.

"Manong mag-ingat ka sa pagmamaneho." Paalala ko sa aking driver habang umaasa na sana hindi kami gaanong matraffic pabalik ng Manila.

"Yes Ma'am."

Manong Mario was already fifty nine years old. Isang taon na lang senior citizen na. He had a lean body na aakalain mong sakitin. But indeed he was still very healthy, mabilis lang siguro talaga ang metabolism. He was my driver for more than a year. Nirekomenda siya ng aking mapilit na ina since he was the husband of her manikurista. At first I didn't want to accept him but he reminded me of my father. Isang magulang na sa kabila ng matandang edad ay nagsisikap pa ring magtrabaho para sa mga anak.