My work missed me today. I didn’t have much people screaming about their rotten credits, which is a little refreshing for a work day. Obviously though, that’s about P900 less on my next week’s pay. Sheesh. Not my fault though. I woke up with a bad throat and not much of a voice. I was excused except I still have to present a medical certificate. Obviously that’s bad, because aside from the fact that I won’t get paid, I have to shelve out money to pay those doctors to declare I am sick. Poor JC.

So I slept in the office’s sleeping quarters. I couldn’t go home and leave Ger at the office, aside from the fact that I couldn’t go home alone as well. I already slept a good six hours prior, now yet another six hours to the tab was added. Imagine that. It’s almost like being bitten by a cheche fly or something. I would like to think that my body needs the rest, or maybe I’m just bored.

I’m attributing it to last Friday’s event though. UP had our presence in the film showing of Kubrador, which Tina was itching to see. Well, it’s not the fact that I saw Kubrador that made me sick, but we went to Quezon Ave to have a huge dinner at Mister Kebab (or Kabab, as the sign says), and it rained so much that night, that I got the small sniffles. 21 years and my body’s still not immune to small rain pours. That’s harsh.

So I made my pilgrimage back to the homeland yesterday. It’s kind of amazing how each time I go there there’s always a small disaster ready to leap at me when I walk through the door. Apparently the house busted a couple of sockets on some parts, so it’s looking a little like a looney bin with line extensions all over. I meant to finish the background design for the blog, but my brother was on the computer as well, plus I don’t have much sleep as I came from a pretty rough shift. My bed was courting me to make love once more.

My dog is okay now. So’s my cat. Two weeks ago before Chloe’s birthday he came down with something and my mother was blaming the flood which he might have had a small intake of. And my cat got into a bad fight that he has this huge welt on his face. He was avoiding me previously, probably ashamed that he’s showing a bloody face to me and I barely see him. But hey, I miss him, and not even blood can spare him from my hugs. Poor Orange. There he is working his way to be a Tomcat and there I was breaking his hard shell with my cuddles.

I didn’t see my dad the whole time. Which is good, maybe. There’s another war going on between the hyposensitive father and the hypersensitive mother. It’s like jelly versus vodka except the couple don’t taste good together. So try figuring that. My brother has a new haircut, which he donned over at the concert he had Last Thursday. Kind of sad that I was informed AFTER the event. Anyway he said he was just trying out the do. Damn my brother. More and more ways to wish incest was legal. Argh.

Anyway, as expected I wasn’t able to finish the website layout. We now have a computer in the apartment aside from the laptop, except it needs rehabilitation badly. Kind of like being given tickets for Disneyland for March of 2008. Ger and I are planning this grandiose of a comeback (hers) and a fresh start (hers. okay, maybe mine) and a little mind preoccupation (mine. and hers). I’d get some web designs and a little graphic display on the side, she would come back to doing her usual ad works and other designs. Then maybe pull off schooling on the side. Yeah, why not. It has always been that way anyway after graduation. I miss the feeling of books in my hands. Or maybe I miss the allowances more. After all, I don’t do anything and I earn from my parents. Heh. But I’ve long forgotten that notion. I am NEVER going to come back to school if it’d be through my father. I’m through with his pride. So be it that I work for my enrollment, but I’m never going under his scholarship again. It may of course mean 25 more years of work, but I don’t give a fuck.

Anyhoo, this would be embarassing to admit but I’m blogging in the middle of a call. We handle credit cards, and the caller is  delinquent with the account already closed, but she wanted me to take out the late fee charge because she said she didn’t receive a statement. Man. She wanted to speak to a supervisor, and it’s taking 15 minutes just waiting over the phone for one to come through. They’re playing this weird classical while on hold. It depends on which classical I’m listening to, but it sounds like a regular hold music. Anyway, one of the people from THAT sup line is in the Philippines right now, and they’re refusing to take in calls (mostly because the right thing to do is to stay on the line and wait for fifteen, maybe twenty days on the line), but one of them is entertaining me, so I’m okay. Too bad for the stats of course, but I don’t mind. She’s funny. Her name’s Pam, and she honestly looks like Alicia Keys, except she has a better humor. She was asking me just why the fuck my name is JC when it’s nowhere near my name. Well. Talk about idle time well spent. I was just laughing while the caller on the other line is getting irate. Hehe.

Anyway, just an update. I miss my blog anyway. I’ll try to see if I wouldn’t get lazy enough at home. Maybe I’ll blog there.

See you.