Monday, May 31, 2004

kini siya ang sad-an:

goodies on this page (tagboard and links) are all thanks to jill... engyu!!!

a swig of authentic life

four days and counting since we terminated whatever little was left our relationship. there were no eyes brimming with tears nor breath held in anxiety to accompany the momentous minute we decided to quit. it wasn't poetic. i was sitting on a makeshift cushion on the raised portion by the ramp going to our company's bank affiliate. there was lucky strike in between my fingers and i counted three more joints before wish stick. it was a cross-breed between argument, lecture and curse. all in all a decent conversation. i might have sounded defensive, but i was generally within bounds of reason, i suppose. clients glanced, but didn't stare. agency leaders hurled the usual insipid jokes at staff who sit alone away from worktables. the security guard found nothing out of the ordinary. i was always there anyway.

this morning i didn't report for work. the sadness was beginning to seep into me. funny it took four days. i woke up with a start, surfacing from a dream that a president had been proclaimed at the grandstand. the image stuck 'til daylight, but issues of national interest could hardly shake me away from this budding drama. so i got up with a flourish to sms everyone at work that i'm not showing up today, to which they all replied a concise "k". i love my officemates. they probably think i'm sick, but i didn't forward an explanation and neither did they ask for one.

to give added impetus to my brewing wrath, i let both cats in and gazed emotionless while the orange one trimmed its claws on the furniture upholstery and the white one pilfered sardines from the breakfast table. if job the pug asserts himself today, i think i'd shove him with a little extra force than usual.

it rained at 8, so I was spared from the thankless task of watering plants. i took the bike out for a ride in the shower. it wasn’t that “insane thing you do after a breakup” kind of act. i do ride in the rain because that meant stray dogs are off the street and i’d have the subdivision all to myself. but today i seriously wondered if the denr truck would hit me at the curb. just wondered.

when i parked the bike back at the porch, i was glad to see that daisies have reared their buds from the foliage. it reminded me that i had to do my own laundry today. which i did.

how to select applicants for your replacement without seeming as if you don't know what you're doing

1. text brigade everyone in your phonebook about the job opening. cordially answer all "WHAT?! YOU'RE QUITTING?" replies. either they haven't heard of such a thing as a promotion or they don't think you deserve one, so be patient.

2. save your boss's name and address appended with c/o (your name) in your cell phone. DO NOT DELETE UNTIL DEADLINE OF SUBMISSION OF APPLICATION. a torrent of unidentified numbers will enter your life to collect these vital info, so spare yourself from typing them over and over and over again. plus, cheerfully acknowledge those who actually make the effort of calling; they save you P1 worth of text.

3. LOOK BUSY. and always be in your corporate best (including makeup). you never know when these interested applicants would drop by to submit their resumes. they must see you in your element. they must be led to the impression that they are trying to replace an irreplaceable. (but you're not...)

4. do not be intimidated by highly qualified applicants. i mean, if they're so good and earning so much in their current job, why are they leaving it, aber?! they'll probably drivel on about finding meaning and wanting to try new things and all that crap. if they want to be relevant, suggest that they join the salvation army. there's no aesthetic in the corporate setting, only crabs.

5. if a girlfriend/boyfriend calls/submits in behalf of the applicant, and it is the girlfriend/boyfriend who does most of the inquiring and following-up, put his/her application form at the bottom of the pile. this kinda shit happens.

6. when you call for interview and lecture rehearsal schedule, be a good cop. you wouldn't want to scare away those with potential at this point. but don't be a weenie. if you could be a voice prompt as thorough as supercat's booking computer, you'd rather be that, trust me.

7. if applicant is a friend, as much as possible let someone else do the calling; lest you want to be answered with a "ha?! naa pa gyud diay lecture rehearsal? hala uy...." helloooo, this is a training officer position. dammit.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

i don't think i'm getting the hang of this

this is the 3rd time today i recreated this goddamn blog

i am such an idiot. or maybe our computer is such an idiot. i followed all the steps to the letter and i still don't get the desired results. i guess i can't wish for anything beyond the simplicity of this template. sigh.