I got a text from Mark that he was finally on the safe side regarding work today. I was thankful for the message because I had a problem synchronizing my phonebook with my computer yesterday, and I lost some phone numbers. I thought I lost his as well.

So I didn’t think twice ringing him up. Turned out he was saved by a split decision, and maybe for his half honesty on things. I didn’t care much. As long as he was given a pardon.

Sa susunod kasi. Mark. Tigilan mo na. Tsk.

Hay, eto na naman ako. For such a long time napabayaan ko ang blackmoon and livejournal. O eno. Halata bang tinatamad ako?

After all, I blog only if I have time. I’d rather kill the time sleeping. I’m seriously experiencing a heavy distress over the need for sleep like some underage bad little girl.

But anyhow, I missed telling stories. So let’s start them.

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Work bits, we’re transferred to the member services with a bribe of a 10% increase. Lame, but nice. After all, we are going to face the lion’s pit. Pharmacists in the US are nice, but who can guarantee that some 80 year old man would come into the line, screaming hell at us because he couldn’t go back to his usual business of becoming a rabbit come Viagra pill-popping time and he’s out of it because his plan won’t allow three hundred Viagras taken all at the same time. Of course, we need to empathize. But 2 hours into some calls and the impression that members bite heads off was gone. It’s our turn to bite.

Anyhow, word is going around that after our training, our old job of handling pharmacy calls is getting bad QA rates under the newer batches. Whoever was stupid enough to forget to educate them was definitely heading towards some migraine. See, the problem is when it was just our wave co-existing with the others, it was in such a peaceful harmony that we were then so taken cared of. Pampered, in fact. But just when the newer waves were coming in they took out the knowledgeable older waves and transferred them to the member services. Nobody was left to teach the others the tricks. Now the newer waves are alien to the word “pampered”. In fact, they’re alien to one another. So while they’re snarling at callers, the Operations Managers are crying for their own jobs.

Bad tactic, really, but client calls for it. Still a bad tactic on the client’s side. But maybe hell won’t break loose on them.

As if we really mind. Well, we do, as of course it WAS a part of our job description to somehow excel in giving quality calls in that department, and the new kids are fucking it up. But at least now we’re with the lovely, humorous people we used to work with: the earlier waves who pampered us. Call it selfish, but hey, we call it incentive.

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To those who might actually display interest in my phone, I’m planning to sell it this month. I want to get myself a 6260, so I guess the old one’s up for…bidding? Heh. I was supposed to get myself a 3230, but considering the amount of money I have to add just to get a new one, it’s not too fair.

After all, in the market, the 6260 can be bought for around 9-10k, while the 3230’s still around 12k or more. And the only noticeable difference is that the other has a 1.3 MP camera, while the 6260’s just a common camphone. And that 6260’s a clam, the other’s not. But it’s one of the reasons why I like the clam: because it’s a clam.

No-brainer, amputah.

Seriously, it has almost the same specifications of my 6230. The only difference is that the clam phone’s Symbian, with an OS of 7.0. Perfect for Ebooks, if you ask me. Perfect as well for other useless programs which just make life a little bit more complicated than the usual. Heh. Although I like the convenience the size of the 6230 brings, if only it was already an s60, I wouldn’t settle for anything else.

So there. Besides, what would be the reason for a better camera resolution when I have a NOW 4.0 MP Camera?

Yep. I bought it last week with Ger from this guy who claimed to be a discreet bisexual who was such a screaming faggot the moment he entered McDonald’s. Second hand, barely the scratches, plus a charger, battery and 500+MB MMC, and in excellent condition–all for the price of 9.5k. Saan ka pa? Heh. Okay na siya in the meantime. The largest size it can take is double the 1024×768 resolution, and methinks it’s enough to get me through when I print a new batch of pictures. At least I wouldn’t suffer from pixilated-pictures dilemma. Now the moment I start thinking I want to print blow-ups, then maybe that’s when I’d again consider a new camera.

But for now, I’m loving my A520. �

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Oh. FYI, the reason I’m up is because I don’t want to sleep. My mom and I had a fight a while ago, and now my being stubborn is kicking in. And Ger’s asleep. I think. So I don’t have anyone to talk to. And it’s one in the morning and I’m listening to classical music.

To think that I’ve been up all day. I went straight from work to my college classmate’s Blessy’s house along with my bestfriend Mark to have a small gathering. Damn. Everybody’s nearly a couple nowadays. Improvement? Maybe. Mark and I were still trying to get the others to finally forgive the other classmates they have learned to create a gap with even if they used to be best buds. We’re out of college, for crissakes.

My bestfriend Mark. Been a long time since we really went out together.

“Friend, umayos naman kayo ng pose. - Mark”

A small get-together without a drop of liquor. Imagine that.

They were still fun, I guess. Too bad they were planning for an all-nighter next week, and I’m going to Batangas to do a night trek.

So there. And then the night before that, Ger and I scarcely had some sleep too. We went to check out the Lovapalooza but ended up eating a banana split inside Aristocrat for fear of being engulfed by smelly toilets, and worse, even smellier people. We didn’t witness the grand kissing, but we did witness the fireworks through somebody else’s car which was mirroring the glares.

Lovapalooza. And somewhere along the picture, a couple is lost in their own kiss.

And then we went on OT. And THEN I was supposed to again go on OT today, but that’s another issue. Like I said, my mom and I had a fight, didn’t I?