I’m sorry I wasn’t able to greet you on the exact date. I came home to a modem-less computer yesterday (my brother’s downloading HUGE bytes, so I’m estimating it’s porn).

But anyway, happy birthday!! And you’ll be going piss drunk with us soon, so taenaexcitednakami!!!!!

*hugs and more hugs from ger and JC*

Ger got the best excitement of her life when she entered my room. She immediately cried out, “PWEDE KONG LINISIN?!?!”

So we did. She took out an approximately 4 huge (SM Supermarket) plastic bags of trash, sorted out my stuff, and even fixed my bed. She stares at me sharply when I think about considering some old stuff or something that might just pass off as trash. She holds them up high and asks the ever sarcastic question of “Kasi may sentimental value ito, kaya hindi mo itatapon?” She has asked that question to a numerous number of candy wrappers she found.

Today, I cleaned up the area again by taking out all the bags which I hung outside my cabinet and assembled this small stacker box–the same one we used in our apartment–and placed them inside my cabinet, freeing all clutter. I also sorted out a lot of the stuff loitering on my table.

I found this.

That used to be a cd. A functional one.

That’s the close up. I am not exactly sure what THAT is. It didn’t really form itself on the cd, it was more of like…pixels disappeared.

Considering how I am a self-declared great keeper of good-conditioned cds, I don’t know how Ger would be scoffing at me after this.

Oh! And I also found this:

This is a receipt from my school two years ago when I asked for a printed copy certifying I had a great record with my school. I showed it to my mum and claimed that, hey, for only P15, you can now have a good moral! Yessir. No matter how many people you have wronged or killed or whatelsestupidyoudid, you can redeem yourself by purchasing this good moral for again, only P15! Buy now, and achieve a once in a lifetime opportunity of HAVING A GOOD MORAL!

Astig, no?

Actually, true. Look at him:

And then, look at THIS:

Hawig din no? Actually mas kamukha ko yung part na naka green sha, di ko lang makita yung pics ko dati. He was found by Ger while she was surfing on my bestfriend Mark’s Downelink page. She initially thought HE was ME. Astig na jap style din ang buhok. Sabi nga lang ni Eggie, he’s anime. Maniniwala ba kayong taga Baguio yan? I’m staying with my claim na poser sha.

DAHIL AKO ANG TUNAY NA JC.

And unfortunately, that didn’t include us. Our new work started 8am today and the rest of the afternoon was just bollocks. But the highways were so wide, I got to Makati in less than 20 minutes in the morning and still got seats to ourselves when Ger and I went home in the afternoon. It usually takes an hour and a half of standing in a bus by 5:30pm, and a while ago it was just about 30 minutes.

Anyhow, Suth’s turning out to be a headache, and we’re just starting. The HR department is just out of whack, and it’s almost a riot everytime you say please to anyone and ask for cookies–what more just passing requirements. See, Friday, we attended this 4-hour orientation where we were told to pass all the legeal stuff to HR. Apparently, THEIR definition of it is to squeeze ourselves in the lobby along with the dozens of hopefuls processing THEIR own papers and exams for recruitment. So obviously, crowd means noise, noise means annoyed people, annoyed people means snappy retorts, snappy retorts means more headaches, more headaches means more complains. Plus, there’s this über palengkera guard who kept on bossing us around because HR doesn’t have much of a direction.

I’ll give you a blow by blow and you decide: After going out of the orientation room, we ALL went straight to HR to pass the requirements–which no one’s attending to because they don’t know who handles us. Apparently, all the attendees of the said orientation aren’t coming from one batch or wave only: the different accounts are (apparently) being held by some HR people separately.

So we had to ask around to whom we’d be giving the envelope. Ger’s trying to find out who, and I had to go to the loo for a moment. When I come back, they were trying to make all the attendees fall in line to get their temporary IDs from the guard one by one, after which you can also look for the HR you need to talk to. Ger told me to look for Anne from HR as the former was told some of the requirements are to be given to the latter, and the rest to this girl in the reception area. I took the files from her because she’s almost just a snap away from breaking down and was nursing a terrible headache. I go to the HR, squeezed my way into the crowd, asked for Anne, 5 minutes later I gave the files, then headed to the reception desk. I gave her the rest of the envelope. She claimed she doesn’t accept them. Why not? I asked almost exasperatedly. She doesn’t handle them. I went back to Anne and asked to WHOM EXACTLY AM I GONNA GIVE ALL THE CRAP I HAVE THAT THEY’RE ASKING FOR. She said look for Maricar or Maricris something. We don’t know who the hell she is. A few minutes later, I asked the palengkera guard. She said I should wait outside till the people waiting for Maricar/whoever clears. I go back to Ger. How are we supposed to see if they ever clear, she asks, because we can’t see them from here. Totally irritated, I go inside ignoring the guard who kept asking where I’m going, went to the said person, pasted some pictures needed in our files, then gave the envelope. She got only a few pages, then gave back the remaining.

What am I gonna do with this?!

The answer: Give it to Anne.

Pota.

Then this morning, we went an hour early to Suth because we’re supposed to sign a J.O. (job offer sheet). Some hr person by the name of Pearl gave us post-its and asked us to write our names and addresses. Later, she returned saying we should GO BACK IN THE AFTERNOON AFTER THE TRAINING BECAUSE THEY RAN OUT OF INK AND CAN’T PRINT ANY MORE J.O.s. Knowing FULLY WELL what happens there in the afternoon, no, we won’t effing return.

So tomorrow, we’ll try our luck again BY COMING TO WORK EARLIER AGAIN, RISKING LESS SLEEP. 

You know what, I’ll tell you what’s wrong. I’ll tell you what they should have done. They should have compiled all those papers together in the first place. No, since last friday we were mixed, they should have asked us to bring the requirements MONDAY, and sort them ALL TOGETHER and PASS THEM TO ONE HR COORDINATOR, OR TO THE TRAINER. Since it’s most likely an orientation and they have WAY TOO MUCH TIME TO BURN, they could have used it to SORT OUT THE REQUIREMENTS SO THAT THEY’RE FILED BY BLOCK. Also, they should have already printed out those J.O.s in advance. OR, confirm the names of those who attended, make sure they matched the list, send it over to HR, and PRINT WHILE WE WERE ATTENDING. Therefore, at least before we go, we COULD HAVE ALL SIGNED THE EFFING JOB OFFERS.

So yes, we started training without a fucking job offer sheet signed.

And yes, I am so effing angry.

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A curious thing to note while on the bus home:

GER: Hindi talaga effective itong ad ng Asian Spirit. Bakit naman kasi si Paolo Bediones pa. Sayang, nasa top 100 sexiest men pa naman sha. Mabalahibo lang. Kloseta lang ang lolo mo.

JC: Ikaw ba yung nasabihan ko nung storya na someone was interviewing Paolo’s friends, and they were all going, ‘hindi pa ba maglaladlad yun?’

GER: Hindi. San ba siya, Don Bosco (all boys exclusive school)?

JC: Di ko alam. Yan lang ang edge natin eh, no? Alam natin ang mga nangyayari sa mga anak na pumapasok sa exclus. [pause] Kung sa bagay, kung i co-coed mo naman, maaga namang maglalandi at mabubuntis. *laughs*

GER: Oo, mamimili ka na lang kung ang anak mo ba ay lesbiana, o disgrashada. *laughs hard*

Ikaw, anong pipiliin mo?

…ay pinitas at binigay sa papa ko. Di na sha “that ever lived” ngayon. Soon nasa tiyan na namin sha. We also have mangoes here that taste of guavas. They’re so seriously sweet, you wouldn’t know it’s a mango if your eyes were slashed in half and bleeding. Kaso limited kasi binibigay lang kay Papa. I’m still wondering how they were able to make such a variant.

Oh, and no, my head isn’t abnormally small. Do believe that THAT size is really HUGE.