I seldom forgive friends. For most people, that alone is incomprehensible. But I am proud to say that I almost never fail to understand. When I do, I hide it; I say that I don’t understand and I need help to digest whatever. So when a friend wrongs me and there are no reasons or explanations for doing so, I hit ‘unfriend’.
But I guess things change when Kanin Club is in the picture.
Sinigang rice, crispy liempo, tilapia with gata and seafood salpicao.
So I guess you can say all is forgiven.
I don’t think everyone knows the complexity and the simplicity of the project I am assigned to do. It’s almost funny because I am beginning to think that the only people who understands what I do are the people I work with. One time, I tried to explain it to Dylan. He just…. went in a daze. Hahaha! I can’t blame him though. That happened to me too when I was first introduced to this project. So yeah there.
Don’t you just hate the days when you just keep writing and writing and explaining, word after word, define, redefine, reprogram, collaborate, articulate, blah blah blah, the entire day? I find those days commiting me to an almost irrevokable state of ennui. Unfortunately, being a new project, it’s filled with these days. So I always do my best to add some color – literally and figuratively – to whatever it is that I’m doing.
Today…. I managed to create a newsletter for our department. For some reason, it felt so productive! Hahahaha. I think it’s mostly because I completely and utterly miss my roots. I don’t remember the last time I’ve written something (except maybe for this blog) or even tried to fix a layout or come up with a mock up for approval. So finishing all these in just a few hours is so empowering.
Hopefully, I haven’t lost my touch yet.
I wish I can share the work I did here (because I am so effin’ proud of it, it’s nauseating), but the silence of office principle just straps me down. (For those who can’t believe it, yes, I can keep secrets now. I didn’t think I’d live long enough to see this day, but apparently, it’s otherwise.) Anyway, something big is coming up and my butt is just so excited for the Bank.
Now join me in prayer as I drift back to my documents of ennui. Pray that I don’t run out of words. Pray that I get to finish this today so I am still on track.
Kthxbye. :)
I used to be part of a LiveJournal blog group called Dead Letters, where bloggers write letters that they cannot and will not send to the recipient. These letters are considered dead because they never reach the recipient. Just thought I’d take a load off my mind for this one.
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I think you forgot that you are good. That’s the problem sometimes. People forget too easily. And I think you are one of the smartest people still. But you know what’s wrong with you? You’re lazy.
You are one lazy ass. You’re so lazy, the word lazy would be insulted that I dared to attach itself to your name. You’re lazy and ungrateful. You have no idea what your mother is going through. You are lazy and ungrateful and selfish. You only think the world is unfair to you but you never seem to consider the fact that you’re being unfair to the world.
You can’t even say that poverty is a factor why you’re so demotivated. There are generations that lived and succeeded in spite of poverty. Parents were able to put their kids through college by working menial jobs. And I mean menial. Jobs that are so simple, people would rather pay them than do it themselves. But you never seem to recognize that.
I almost want to think you should be ashamed because you belong to a family of survivors. Fire, almost bankruptcy, bankruptcy, unemployment, debt — you belong to a family who never failed to make ends meet, in every way they know how, without compromising principles and beliefs. You don’t value your place in this world, and worse, you have a sense of entitlement, as if you deserve better.
Here’s what I’m saying: a lazy ungrateful selfish ass like yours should be in a much worse position than where you are now. Because the world has had enough of lazy ungrateful people. And if this is the contribution you’re giving to a fantastic family of survivors, this laziness, this kind of treatment and self-centeredness, well… I can say your family deserves better.
After the very long period of procrastination, I have finally decided to move to the new office at the ground floor today. It’s quite a big move for me, especially the people here at the eleventh grew on me already. Good thing the people at the ground floor are just as crazy as I am. I hope they won’t be surprised at how enthused I can be over the most menial things.
Oh well. Better start packing now. :)
Before I blog about something fantastic,I almost forgot about this little thing that happened over the week.
I’ve scheduled my Plana Forma classes over the week and unfortunately, I forgot to bring clothes. I guess that’s the pitfall of a new exercise routine; it needs breaking into. So instead of missing the class (which will most likely form a very ugly habit), I decided to run to Landmark and grab a pair of pants and top to suffice for the day’s workout.
And the epic fail decision started there. I know SM is no step up, but I should have just gone there.
The saleslady was so curt. I weas asking for my size and I swear I saw her eyes roll at me. I asked for a medium top. Threw it in my hand. I asked for a medium pant. Gave it to me without even looking. So in my head, hey, maybe she’s having a bad day. I mean, I would too if I had to work through lunch, so I ignored it.
After fitting the items, I decided to get them. Cheap but nice, will do for later. Landmark’s practice is having an order slip filled out by the consignee’s saleslady. But when I went out of the dressing room, she wasn’t there. Waited for five minutes. Nada. So I went straight to the cashier, knowing that the cashier will call for her and have her fill out the order slip.
Then we waited at the cashier for FIFTEEN EFFING MINUTES. Seryoso. As in! The bagger lady was calling her area, but no one was picking up. So she sent someone to pick her up. The wait took such a long time that the cashier started chatting me up, feeble attempts to make me comfortable. When the bagger lady couldn’t handle the ringing, she ran to where that saleslady was. When she ran back, she muttered, “Sus, nakikipagdaldalan lang pala.”
It. Is. Infuriating. The next scene just played like this.
Me: *not looking*
Saleslady: Ma’am thank you for your purchase. Cash or card po?
Me: *still not looking, hands over card to cashier*
Saleslady: *copies details of purchase in order slip*
Saleslady: *hands order slip to cashier for processing*
Saleslady: Ma’am sa susunod po, kuha tayo ng order slip para mabilis po.
Me: In that case, *turns to her and does the Cherie Gil look (aka head to toe, brow raised)* next time din, huwag kang magtataka kung bakit dito ka nagtatrabaho at kung bakit yan lang ang responsibilidad mo dito.
BAM. FIERCE. The entire counter was silent for a while and I swear I saw her tear up. In my head, it’s so simple! You are a saleslady, so take care of every potential sale. I’ve been to customer service and I was not ever that crappy. Come on!
Of course I felt horrid right after I said it, but I said it already. No need for me to play angel when I clearly meant what I said. It’s just sad when the simplest of tasks cannot be performed.
Wala lang. I just now know for a fact that I can’t speed shop at Landmark. SM Makati na lang (note the specified location). There, I just say I’m in a rush, so can you find me this this this in this size and this color. Fifteen minutes and I was out of there. Sa Landmark, fifteen minutes, wait period pa lang. Anu ber.
So there. Customer service is customer service. If people can demand so much from their government workers and employees, then maybe these people should also demand the same from themselves. Just saying.
the salt of your skin 