Food choices varied from inexpensive to modest. There were food courts at corporate towers that carried many international cuisines.
I opted for the more pragmatic food vendors near the office.
Fondly called Jolly Jeeps, my favorite was the one owned by an old Chinese man near the second Seven-Eleven from our building. The specialties were sinigang na maya-maya sa miso on Tuesdays and Thursdays, kare-kare on Wednesdays, and kaldereta on Fridays. I would usually get the specials.
I would eat a big breakfast at home, lunch at the office, and a sandwich after I alighted the EDSA train on the way home. The next meal after 6PM would be the next morning's breakfast.
Transportation had already been discussed.
The only further elaboration would be the car service I took to bring me to the office after I alighted the EDSA train in the morning. Presently, that would be between Hechanova's red Toyota Corolla, and Marvin's cyan Sentra.
Hechanova and Marvin had been at odds for quite some time since I had known them. I did not know the origins. Only their opinions of each other which they frequently shared with me.
Hechanova said that Marvin was a devil and a junkie with a brain fried by too much drugs.
Marvin said that Hechanova was a severe case of bad breath that not even the police could stand.
I didn't really care who drove me to the office. Hechanova's car was cooler and cleaner. Marvin's was less so, but he did drive like a demon and in the end got me sooner to where I needed to go. That mattered more to me.
From Buendia to any point in Salcedo Village is fifty pesos. It was just that in the mornings, I wanted my car service.
I didn't want to drive, I didn't want to pay for gas and parking. Neither did I want to move from Quezon City to Makati City.
