Mean Girl - Part 1

I’m back to my old habit of being mean.

There’s this lady in my campaign group (she’s white) and who didn’t want to mingle with us brown people (me, pinoy and the others from East Indian background). I’ve tried a few times to get her to join in our conversation but she always kept her distance and would only join a few others (all men) who didn’t have any accent. Seemed like a bit of racist, if you ask me.

Then we found out a major flaw in her – she’s a divorcee with 3 kids fathered by 3 different guys! No wonder she preferred the company of guys and comes in to work dressed like a slut, coz she is one!

A racist slut. What a fine combination!

I’m soooooo mean, I know!

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Mean Girl -Part 2

The Downside

I’m beginning to like my new job. Just today, I was the top grosser in my group. (To tell you the truth, I just got lucky with my calls coz most of them were students). I like the promise of bonuses and other perks.

But the thing is ….

I miss my husband. I miss cuddling up with him, kissing, talking about practically anything, watching movies with him, or just being together doing nothing.

I miss my kids …. hearing their boisterous laughter as well as their shouting, whining, kissing their sweet little faces, tickling, playing with them.

You must understand, I have been a stay-at-home Mom for the longest time, so, being away from my hubby and kids for more than 8 hours is a great deal.

This new job of mine has this crazy hours like 9-5, 1-9 and 10-6. Oh, I can’t wait till the training’s over so I could have a permanent shift of 3-11. Or much better yet, just to win the lotto so we don't have to work! (wishful thinking).

Just Perfect

Some eyebrows will surely raise when I say my family life is perfect. But it’s true!

I F : You don’t measure life’s success by the world’s standards.

You see, I got a very loving husband, who to this day looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman alive (well, I’ve gotten really plump since my wedding day, what with 4 kids and all). But that's how he makes me feel with his ever tender love and passion; I’ve got 4 beautiful, healthy, normal kids (by normal I meant whining, tantrums, silly fights … kids who send our BP level sky-rocketing high on any given day).

And that’s all I ever needed in this life.

HOWEVER: We are flat-broke.

Should that count as imperfection?  I think not. Life is just as perfect with or without $$$.

But then again, it wouldn’t hurt to have some.

Kill Billy - Part 2

Well, most of you already know that my data entry career was cut short becoz of my amazing typing speed of 7 numbers per minute. So, now I was faced with a very difficult question:

Did I earn enough to cover the costs of my Iman, Revlon and Elizabeth Arden cosmetics which I bought particularly for my comeback to the career world? (As a stay-at-home mom, I was content with just using Johnson’s baby powder and red sourburst for a lipstick).

The answer is (sigh) NO! So, the obvious solution would be to find another work. Naturally, I couldn’t kill my agent as yet coz I needed her to get me a new job. In any case, it was back to square 1 again in online applications.

I was fired Wednesday, got 2 testing and interviews on Friday, and the following Monday, I was starting a new career in

(drum rolls pls)

Call Center-Outbound!

What the heck do I know about call center? But hey! I gotta stay focused on my goal: to offset the costs I spent on my cosmetics. Go figure!

Don't Judge This Book By Its Cover

One of my co-workers in the data entry job I had was this nice, chubby, middle-aged lady. She’d sit and do her job meticulously then read mags during break. She’s very friendly though coz she knew everybody there by name.

First impression: quiet, reserve, shy, just like a mom (though she’s unmarried). You know, somebody you’d respect.

Everyday, I learned tiny bits of pieces about her. And you know what? She’s nowhere near enough my first impression description of her. Quiet? Reserved? Shy? Heck, no! She had her driver’s license suspended once coz of her reckless driving; She’s a member of a nudist colony; She’s got tattoos; and she even had breast reduction done. Beat that!

But I love her. I admire her. She’s intellectual, funny, free-spirited.

I sure miss her, along with a few other co-workers there whom I’ve gotten so close with.

(I swear, I really am gonna kill my agent for this).

Kill Billy - Part I

Several factors forced me to get out of my little cozy warm cocoon and join the workforce. So there I was, back to square 1 in signing up with placement agencies.

A week before Christmas, my agent sent me to this nightshift job which I thought was an admin position. Cool! At first it was ok. You know, clerical stuff. Nothing I haven’t done in the past. By the 3^rd week, I pretty much ‘mastered’ most of the tasks.

And then they started with this account where you had to key in figures (naturally, using the numeric keypad). I was struggling so hard to type the numbers right but my co-workers were typing like maniacs!

How I managed to land myself to a Data Entry position was really mind-boggling to them. Whoa, whoa! Wait a minute! Data Entry, you say? I never applied for a data entry thing. Had I known in the first instance that it was data entry job, I wouldn’t have bothered. Data Entry, my neck! Sure I could type faster with alphabets. But numbers? No way! I’ve hated figures all my life. Heck, I don’t even know my multiplication table. I’d never survive this job.

Sure enough, my ass got kicked on my 4^th week there.

I swear I’m gonna kill my agent for this.