edge of the continent

The construction of our new office building is humming along nicely. We recently celebrated the pouring of the concrete floors and, as with the raising of the beam event a few months ago, the staff had an opportunity to walk up to each of the three floors. It was a great way to check out our future office space and take in the view.

This picture of the southwest corner of the building was shot at the earlier event:

The photos in the last two posts were taken at the most recent event. It was a neat experience to walk through the building in its skeletal state, but I’ll admit that I had to muster a bit of nerve to handle the climb up and down the makeshift stairs. It’s not that I’m afraid of heights so much as I’m just afraid of falling from them. (Or, more specifically, I’m afraid of finding myself weirdly compelled to stand too close to the edge.)

Here are more pictures from my wanderings on the third floor:

Orange steps…

Black pipes on concrete floor…

A view of the ground…

I gladly kept at least ten feet between me and those two tiny little wires.

One of the tasty perks of the holiday season is the deluge of gift baskets the office receives from the partners, contractors, and other organizations we work with throughout the year. This last week in particular has been a parade of incredible chocolates and confectionery, smoked salmon, caviar, all manner of snack foods, baked goods, and other treats. Today I sampled milk chocolate-covered graham crackers drizzled with dark chocolate… (sigh).

On Friday, I decided I would make biscotti and put together goody goody* bags as thank yous to the members of the resident team that I supervise, as I truly love working with them and appreciate their good humor and commitment. But it slipped my mind over the weekend and tonight I didn’t have time to bake, so I’m going to pop by Goldilocks tomorrow to pick up a mix of mini-tarts (langka, ube, and macapuno) that I hope they’ll like as much as I do.

*My mom’s cute term for any sort of sweet treat.

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It’s funny how the time so easily gets away from you.