I spent all day inside the house. I did not do anything productive. I did not even eat my lunch. I just had my breakfast which is pork and beans + loaf bread. My clock says 06:11 p.m. Dinner is almost served. But I do not have the enthusiasm. I do not have the appetite.
My brother recently got a bike, mountain bike that is, as a gift from our Tito living in the States. It is big. And it looks really nice. Big time. Sabi nga ni papa, “Mainit sa mata yang bike na yan”. It must have cost a lot if this bike was bought here. How I wish I got the enthusiasm to even ride it.
Aaaarggghhh!
I hate this house! It’s this house, the main reason why I am like this now. It gives me no choice but to be lazy and unproductive. I feel secluded from the entire globe whenever I am in here. If we get the chance to leave this house, I would be first to pack my things with great enthusiasm. I want a bigger house. I want to have my own room. I want my house to have windows in every part so that air would flow freely inside it. I do not want any more a house that stands only third from the gate, which is by the way really small. I do not want to pass any more a small eskinita that is full of wet clothes hanging and dripping before I reach the door of our house. And above all, I do not want any more people who are so gahaman that they would set aside filial relationships for their own sake. I am sick of it.
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Last week I went to this Call Center with the hope of getting a part-time job in there. I was thinking of working and getting paid even just for this summer than to just bum around the house and be totally unproductive (is this my favorite word?). So what happened was, on the night before, I did some revisions in my résumé. When I was about to print it, it was just then that I realized we got no more ink. So I decided to have it printed the next day on my way, instead. So the day came and I had to have my résumé printed twice on two different computer shops because the first print was in black and white and I needed a color print. I also had a hard time looking for that folder which for me looks much presentable than the usual plain folders. (the one with its front cover transparent and the other side, uh, not transparent) So when I finally found that folder, I proceeded to the building right away. But then I saw a girl, most probably an applicant as well, approaching the front desk gripping a brown envelope in her hands. Then I thought, “Mali! Brown envelope pala kelangan!” Then I rushed back to that convenience store where I got the folder to buy a brown envelope. With one folly comes another one, I was instructed by the man in the front desk to go to the 28th floor. So I waited patiently for the elevator on the right alley. And when I finally got inside, the buttons were only up to the 23rd floor! You must be kidding me! I had no choice but to just wait for the last passenger to alight the vehicle before I finally got to alight myself. So back to the Ground Floor. I approached once again the man in the front desk and asked him again.
Me: “Excuse me, I thought you said [insert name of company right about here] is located on the 28th floor? But the elevator is only up to the 23rd floor. How is that?”
Man: “Sir you should ride on this side.” (pointing at his left)
Apparently, there were two alleys there. And I went to the right when I should have gone to the left. Oh crap.
So after all those mishaps I went through, finally, let me say that again, FINALLY, I arrived at the right floor at the right office.
Me: “Miss I would like to apply for a job.”
Girl Employee: “Sir, just go to the guard’s desk and instructions would be given there.”
Me: “Ok. Thanks.”
In front of the guard’s desk:
Guard: “May I help you sir?”
Me: “Yes. I would like to apply for a job”
Guard: “Sir, register here, leave your résumé, and go back on April 25 for your exam.”
Huwaaatt?!?!
Yes no interview happened. I just left my résumé there and went straight home. What a bummer! Really. But I had no choice. Things happen.
By the way, I saw the other applicants’ résumés when I left mine on the table. They were not placed inside an envelope nor were they even placed inside a folder. They were just lying on the table. Just there lying. And my day was ruined completely.
Moral of the story? Assume less and expect less, it will do you better.
AND don’t believe anything you see, especially when you see that girl with the brown envelope.
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