This is Why I Have This Blog

I've a confession to make.

I've been meaning to since last week.

I just couldn't find the courage to do so.

It's now or never.

I JUST FUCKED WITH MY WORK ETHICS!

and I dont regret it one bit - at least not yet.

Hari ng Negros and I - jetskiing in Boracay where we decided to spend the weekends at

We've been together for two weeks now.

but here's the clincher...

-

Hari ng Negros is F.

Week-ender

The week that was:



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Terminated a Supervisor for excessive absences and insubordination.

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Enjoyed a one-night stander with a very cute celebrity I met in Club Sibeeria. Clue: He is in one of GMA 7's afternoon seryes. He got discovered in one of GMA 7's reality shows.

I would never have, in a million years, thought he is "bi-curious" (as he'd like to put it)

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Summoned by the Program Direcor to present site plans 2010 to the executives on the 16th via video conference.

Can I just die now?

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My business phone's unbilled charges screamed PhP 8, 763.96! The company only shoulders 5k.

Hello salary deduction?!

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Starting to really hate Christmas songs just because these remind me that I can't be home for Christmas!

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Wracking my brains off on what I'll wear on our Christmas party.

Theme - Magical.

Hello angel with wings clad in white skimpy loincloth? ahaha - mamamatay ako sa lamig... at sa hiya!



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Just had a Hari ng Negros for a boyfriend.

Of Reunions, Revenge and Redemption

Grabe almost 3 weeks of "blogging hiatus!"

Kakaloka kasi mga kliyente and Country Manager namin. They decided to do the Monthly Business Review at our site. Siyempre pa since kami ang mga Managers, kami dapat mag-ayos ng data, reports, etc tapos mamatay-matay kami sa nerbyos sa pag present ng business review. We have to know EVERYTHING and ANYTHING about the business. kahit oras ng pangungulangot ng mga ahente namin - dapat alam din namin. Hindi rin excuse na bago ka lang kaya hindi pwede ang sagot na "i'll get back to you on that." Baka pagbalik mo ng sagot - wala ka ng trabaho! Lunch namin halos 15 minutes lang. Yosi break dapat isang stick lang. Pagod na ako sa kakaharap sa mga grids, cells and columns ng excel. Ang mga pivot tables and look-up formulas - napapanaginipan ko na. Nasusuka na ako sa mga slides ng PPT.

10 hours everyday + 1 day rest day = 3 layered eyebags!


Pero ok lang. AT least naka-alis na sila - makakapagpahinga na rin kami. And Iniisip ko na lang na makakapagpahinga na ako since I'll be on leave from December 29 - January 3.

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I've finally confirmed my flight itinerary. My original plan really was just to spend New Year with my Grandma and brother and then head back to Bacolod to get my other luggage then head straight to Iloilo for my new assignment. But my high school classmates have been bugging me in facebook like crazy - for a high school reunion.

At first, I really wasnt keen in attending the reunion. I dont know, parang ayoko na matandaan anything associated with my past back in high school. I know this sounds ingrateful and totally asshole-ish, but everytime high school is brought up, all I remember are - my math teacher humiliating me in front of my classmates for yawning (although I swear I did that unconsciously), guys bullying me just because back in high school I prolly weighted 80 lbs, skinny, dark, wearing huge glasses which practically covers my face, elephant-cut pants and shirts Anjo Yllana probably fits in! And my personality was no better than a wallpaper's. I didnt talk much.

I had friends but no one I really considered "my high school bestfriend" back then. Yeah, I was a loser and my high school life sucked. While most of my classmates were beginning to worry about zits and embarrassing, unexpected hard-ons, and after party make-outs, I was at home reading Sweet Valley High, RL STine and Sidney SHeldon bestsellers. Hell, I didnt even know something like a "bar" existed until after first year college. My classmates had their first taste of beer in first year high school, I had mine in second year college.

I remember the high school heartthrobs would normally win the student council elections even if the entire student body knows he can't write a "sensible" essay even if his life depended on it.

I remember the bitch that I had for a classmate who humiliated me just because I accidentally bumped into her when she wasnt looking where she was going. She was the directress' daughter. I cried after I was humiliated. She wasn't done yet, she called me "pangit" (in our dialect). I had nigthmares of her. She made my life miserable. After that incident, she used to make fun of me whenever I would pass by them outside of class - calling me malnourished. This lasted until second year ended when she transferred to Cebu.

I remember the idiot who made me do two laps across the school field - frog leapping! I didnt dare speak out lest he decide to take two of my teeth out from my mouth with one punch. Afterwards, I was rushed to the hospital that night - asthma attack.

All these memories...
So, no. I told them I wasn't attending.

Then one of my classmates posted this on my facebook wall:

"scared?"

This just got through me. Totally.
(O baka naging defensive lang ako)



Me?!
Scared?!
Of what?
Of whom?

Ngayon pa?!




I changed, re-booked and booked another flight














Yes, I was a pushover before. Yes, I was a crybaby before. Yes, I was a scaredycat before.

Pero I can't even remember who this person back in high school was.

I certainly am not a pushover anymore - I get to make people do what I want them to do with one sentence. (powertrip?!) hehe

I, most certainly, am not a crybaby anymore. It's people I reprimand who cry and hand me their resignation letter afterwards - or I make them. (constructive dismissal?!) hehe

I, absolutely certain, am not a scaredycat anymore. People cower when I walk the operations floor with eyebrows knitted together. They wouldn't dare meet my eyes.

And now, someone just insinuated I'm scared?!


SCARED?!


BRING IT ON!
Let me take care of some unfinished business.

I'll make you wish you didn't mess with me back in high school.
I'll see you all on the 30th.

magbabalik ako - isang Diyosa...
----Magdalena

Gypsy-ing

The issue I was dreading the most has finally been confirmed! Today, I received an email confirmation from another Program Director.


This email drained the blood off my face.


Pagod na ako...


iurico,

Due to business demands, the Executive Management Committee has decided to let you manage a new account in Iloilo effective January 4, 2010. In line with this, I have already raised a relocation requisition with Travel and Finance for you to permanently move to Iloilo.

I have spoken with your current Program Director and as a result, we have agreed to provide you complimentary/ lieu leaves from December 28, 2009 - January 3, 2010. As per my relocation requisition, you will be provided a hotel accommodation for two weeks from January 4 – 16, 2010. This should provide you ample time to look for a place to permanently reside at in Iloilo.

Please ensure that reports and deliverables are properly turned over to the other Business Managers to ensure a smooth and seamless transition. Also please raise the necessary Status and Information change in the Hub to grant you with client network access.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Thanks,
*ML

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Uhm, yes. I have one question.

After Iloilo, saan sunod – Basilan?!

Fastest Way to Get a Heart Attack

5 years ago, I can barely get a decent PhP 60 meal from McDonalds for fear I’d run out of money for my fare.
5 years after, I spend about an average of 600 daily for my food.

5 years ago, I would deliberate if I will be taking an FX from Novaliches to Ermita to arrive in school looking crisp in my school uniform or take a horrendous 3-jeepney ride to school just to scrimp on the last remaining pesos in my coin purse.
5 years after, I have not taken a jeepney ride since I arrived in Bacolod. Not that I didn’t want to, I just feel texting a cab to pick me up at my address is way more convenient. Getting a Ford Focus next year is in the works.

5 years ago, I didn’t own a wallet as I didn’t have money and cards to put in it anyway. I tried signing up with a credit card companies but was declined faster than I can say – credit.
5 years after, credit card company representatives have been calling me crazy just to sign up with them. I declined faster than they can say – cash.

5 years ago, it has to be Christmas before I can buy a new shirt or a pair of pants.
5 years after, the sales ladies at Loalde, Maldita, Guess and F&H would save me their new arrivals.

5 years ago, cinemas were a luxury to me.
5 years after, time to spend in the cinema is a luxury to me.

5 years ago, I used to borrow my cousin’s mobile phone every weekends to keep in contact with my friends. The rest of the week – I only have a Simcard.
5 years after, I have 5 – serviced by all networks.

5 years ago, my aunts and distant relatives wouldn’t even bother toying with the idea of getting me as their child’s godparent.
5 years after, they booked me a round-trip plane ticket just to attend their child’s christening even before I consent to attending.

5 years ago, people would tell me to gain more pounds to look better and be more “marketable.”
5 years after, I drive the company nurse crazy by visiting the clinic for its weighing scale – daily.

5 years ago, I scrimp on my allowance to have extra money to play video arcade games in malls.
5 years after, my portable entertainment system, PSP and PS2, bore me.

5 years ago, I didn’t have to worry about taxes and tax cuts.
5 years after, I religiously keep my receipts to offset my income tax with my tax shield/shelter and do basic auditing to keep expenses and income on track – or so I thought. I almost died when I got hit with a striking evidence...

I had my blood pressure checked after I audited these receipts

Accummulated receipts of my expenses in my 3-week stay in Bacolod - PhP 78,260.35

Don't ask how.

I died.

When Times get Tough, Listen to a Call...

When I don’t have admin and adhoc tasks to do, I usually floorwalk and in doing so, I side-barge with agents randomly. In the course of side-barging with these agents, I come across spiels, conversation with customers, and rep retorts. Some I find funny, others got a verbal warning after and most - just ridiculously hilarious!

Read on…


Customer: (Irate) Am I calling you in India? Are you Indian?!
Vet Rep: No, I’m not in India. If I am in India, I would be speaking to you this way – (Agent putting on an Indian accent) Halu! Tank you por colling…

Customer: So how’s the weather there?
New Rep: Oh! oooh… Ah! Uhmm… (Bewildered) May I get your next order item number please?

Beep.
Customer: Hello?
New Rep: SEASONINGS greetings from *Account! My Name is *Newbie. How may I help you today?

Customer: Where can I find in the website the address where my order will be shipped to?
Rep: Click on “where to find.” Scroll up, up, up, up. Now scroll to the left, left, left and another left. Finally on the upper right hand corner, tick the radio button to show the address. There! Nakita mo na?!

Customer: My item order number is 156478.
Rep: (After searching for the item number) Wow! It’s a nice dress. It’s size small with ruffles right? What color would you like to be?

Rep: May I have your name starting with the area code please?
Customer: It’s Smith. Ryan Smith.
Rep: I repeat, starting with the area code please!

Customer: Hi, I’m Katherine Taylor calling for Dianne Taylor. I’d like to purchase an item please.
New Rep: Sure! But let me just confirm – am I speaking with the account number?

Customer: I’m ordering an item for a friend. Item order number is 254986.
New Rep: Okay. Just to recap, this is white in color, medium in size, to be paid through your credit card and you would like to box your friend, right?!

Don’t you just love the call center industry?!

Dead-tired

Pagod na ako...

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