THE DELEGATION

There were the usual Docusign requests and a couple of sign-offs.

The delegation to the Bretton Woods annual meeting in Bangkok was finalized but I'll be representing in September instead of October as a possible pink badge pulled me closer to Anatolya, a consolation for missing a workshop in Singapore that could have spiced up a boring regional meeting. 

The assigned collection agency was relentless but I've made my last payment and they will get nothing because Killing Eve during an Interview with the Vampire detonated Macondo.

A loan was remitted and brunch, as assigned to the boys, turned out to be chewy French lamb shank, delicate Hainanese chicken, and tender American roast beef.

Dissecting critical mineral in Singapore and performance tracking dcumentation were delegated; an updated budget, a draft contract amendment, and a self-service ticket to fix broken interactive forms were conveyed as requested; the ASEAN mission was expounded and exploratory impact stories conceived; instructions for a team building were deployed.    

Through all that, the Monday meetings were spiced with crunchy dilis that smelled like fried tilapia stuffed with boiled peaputs and litsong manok then steamed in the way of siopao, siomai, and the purging of an inbox.   

Apprently, a certain universal bank is a farce but another was able to email an assessment; old shoes were restored and a new debit card activated wth two insurance policies; digital departure and and arrival cards were inscribed in domestic chores as a reimbursement carried the Phantom Biker through the Bakal 1-3 loop into the market and a Jollibee breakfast.   

The eye and skin doctors of San Jose melted into the crowd of the Legazpi Sunday Market so we took off to offer our prayers and gratitude to our patron at Our Lady of Guadalupe's National Shrine before placing our weekly lotto bet and crawling through a flooded highway.

The Grab driver can't find the hotel lobby so I asked to be dropped off by the street, walked around with my luggage, found it and checked-in, before bearing with a bullshit 7-11 microwaved dinner for my first meal in Bangkok after a long while.

OF SOLVENCIES AND PLASTIC MONEY

My financial standing is low-medium risk [late payments to mobile carriers apparently increases the risks].

A treasury claiming to be the future of banking counter-offered [another touting of having the best costumer experience was apparently hijacked by a trickster].

So socuments and requirements were conveyed to a government financial institution [an espoused depository alleged of being a premiere universal bank].

The inbox was purged  to start the week [notes on fraud risk management, fiscal oversight, case histories, and personnel matters were relayed].

There were weekly convenings [a one-on-one and a quickie, a bi-weekly and an employee experience session, a request for guidance and a one program report]. 

Stale submissions were finally liberated [reviewed contracts and survey responses were adjusted].  

Oplan Pink Badge was an  introduction to organizational preparedness [a recruitment to update timesheets for a team building exercise was advertised]. 

Two phantom rides delivered pandesal and garbage through a drizzle of banana-wrapped tilapia and bangus, spontaneous sisig, and kaldereta-topped birthday pansit [dinakdakan and adobong bibe seasoned an initiation in Baloc].

The Marauder's Map showed Pugad Baboy walking through Hogwarts without  credit cards [the college still stands, the high school is under renovation, the naked concrete man is still naked].

THE CASE OF THE MISSING OTPs

A one-time password is supposed to be the first line of defense against digital criminals.

It was breached with a deluge of 188,620,000 Vietnamese Dong that was surreptitiously and fraudulently charged to my card.

PNB falsely claimed that these charges were securely authenticated by an OTP.

I did not receive any OTPs, and thus was how Pugad Baboy's PNB accounts were secured at LBP.

PNB is comparable to chasing a delayed report and addressing the red lights in an enterprise resource planning system.

So I conversed with my machine how a global advocacy survey muted sexual diversity and gender identity and expression in the preparatory meeting for the IMF annuals.

Two case studies are missing but the annual reports are ready for a fiscal oversight framework. 

In my emails, my squads and line manager agreed that OTPs are not required for the advertisement of a call for applications and contract reviews. 

A team development in Phnom Penh will investigate the missing OTPs with the findings to be included in the final cut of an annual report.

Perhaps the OTPs melted with the incessant rain of Dutch and Singaporean beers that smelled of garlic buttered sugpo, tokwa't baboy, tiim na pata, popcorn, and the familiar aroma of watered and extra-strong lagers.

Where are the OTPs?

The Phantom Biker searched the portals of RCBC and UB and walked to the church to plead for divine intervention before finally hying off to Mr. Bob of the Central Bank.