All In a Day’s Work

When a shitty service comes prancing around with a wickedly delayed comeback to my request, this is me:

THIS.

I do feel mean and at the end of the day, I am turning like a grouuuc…hono! Should I change careers now?!

Na uhhh! This is the day that the Lord has made! We’ll be having a salary appraisal todayyyy. hoho~

Party Cat!

Just before I was about to go below the poverty line, too!

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I do love my job and I have resolved that it won’ t ever make me bitter/sullencullen (hey, I do try!) but, I do miss writing and squeezing out the last remaining crumbs of dignity I have left. I miss nailing the right words and being able to arrange it all prettily in one coherent structure. Though, honestly, that was a challenge I have yet to conquer.

#PhotoADayAPRIL

Full Month, e! Solid. Everyday an occasion! (L-R, Top to Bottom)

Describing April2012 would be a mouthful and I have yet to completely wrap my head around what has just recently transpired so, I have to beg that off. All I know is that, the body is weak but the soul is willing. lol But more than that, what really bothers me is that I have yet to be inspired. T.T  Which is sad because I have all these workshops lined up but it seems I don’t get the bang out of it.

Honestly, even my monthly music post project disappoints me. Ughhh.

I just want to go back in my cove and swim avoiding sea anemones and get sunburned and all that sunny shit.

And here’s music that captures the mood. The Sundays – You’re not the only one I know

Or maybe this:

My friend posted this on FB and it was spot on. Funny.

That the heat is extremely annoying that I can’t much do anything worthwhile. Either that or I have lost my soul under water.

Also, I still cannot get over the fact people keep telling me not to get married which makes me want to do it all the morrrreeee. I’m going to name my girls Mary + *season* and my boys Juan Nacho and Marco Sancho. First dibs nako.

The Last of the GWhiz, Feliz.

For death is no more than turning us over from time to eternity.

- William Penn

My lola lived a quiet life, and it is no surprising that she also passed away the same way. Born and raised in the small and historic town of Bacoor, Cavite, she was one of the most traditional folks I’ve ever met. Surrounding her was age old beliefs and uncanny traditions, which is highly amusing and a constant source of fascination to me even when I was a child.

So these traditions, has always caught me in awe. But death, I can’t comprehend. Even more so, rituals surrounding it.

The eating, the wake and the walking, and the marching band.

I love my lola, I do. And at 92 years, while the last 6 years of it was spent mostly by sitting and then in bed, sickly, I have long concluded she was just also waiting to be with my lolo. And that greatly appeases me and my family.

Le Sigh

So I was reading this article, it seemed pretty legitimate to me until….

Howevs, a good wife, even a halfway decent one, does not spe….

HOWEVS??????! Seriously, huffingtonpost.com?  H  O  W  E  VvvV   SSSSSSSSSSSSSS?

Dear Madam

Here’s to more cheese for the month of April!

I have been wanting to write about this person whom, for the longest time, I have considered as my mentor in this field of work.

Since the beginning of my administrative career (parang gobyerno dating), I was thrown into this work with no background whatsoever but only armed with charms and wit to boot, if in fact I have it.

I think “madam”, as I would refer to her so timidly, has been my saving grace. Truly and without a doubt she would always be someone I would be grateful of and for. She is just one of those people most commonly misunderstood but always willing to help, if most of her colleagues can see that.

I have grown fond of her and even if in her ways and means are less desirable, that even if she can be very stubborn at times, very cold and sometimes harsh, I just know that she have her ways and even as I tried her patience (that public scene was to some degree, merited to me), she did try her best.

She really did, she gave her best shot to help me solve the most minuscule job (where to buy kitchen towels) to the most intricate of jobs (what is the most practical PABX to purchase and how tie-lines work, global IP addresses, etc.). I think she’s also the same with others.

And even if until now, I have not captured her heart (I was actually aiming that, yes.),  all I know and felt was that, she was just sincere and really transparent with me. Like, if she is pissed, I for one, will definitely know. She wore her heart on her sleeve, and I hope I was just careful with it.

Madam has her ways in imparting to me knowledge and counsel, very uncanny and in every bit effective, although I just have to find a way to work around her, even if it means tip-toeing and holding my breath.

But totally worth it, I mostly learned what not to do. Kidding!^^

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Dear Vanessa,

 

You are always welcome,  even  if you are very makulitJ    Today is my last day at the office but if you need help, I am just a text away.   My personal mobile phone number is :  0917-8******. Di ba, ganda nang mobile phone number ko, otso otsoJ

 

Vanessa, I thank the Lord, for giving me the opportunity to meet you.  I do hope, I really have been of help to you.   It has been a pleasure working with you!   God bless you always! 

 

Regards,

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