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.

Panicked!

A fortnight ago, I had the greatest scare of my life.

My 3rd child, Jaq, had developed a fever due to teething. His fever was not that high, only about 38 or so. Nevertheless, I gave him some Tylenol, but I did not administer the medicine as prescribed (every 4 hours). The last dose I gave was around 11pm.

During the night, I heard him giggling in his sleep. "Probably just dreaming", I thought. Then at about 5am, he woke up. He still got a slight fever so I let him sleep beside me in our bed (he still sleeps in his crib). Shortly thereafter, it happened.

I felt the bed shook and I thought that he was giggling in his sleep again. When I turned to look, his whole body was twitching violently, his eyes were rolling ... goodness me! he was having a seizure.

Then, I did the most STUPID thing to do in case of an emergency ... I panicked! I picked up my son and screamed "Call 911, call 911" to my friend who was sleeping in the other room. For what seemed like eternity, my son shook heavily in my arms. Then, he went limp. I swear I thought he had died in my arms, and my heart just stopped beating. I just stood there helplessly cradling my child, calling out his name over and over.

He regained consciousness a little while later; paramedics came, and off we went to the Emergency; my hubby followed (soon as he arrived from his graveyard shift); all blood tests turned out ok, and there seemed to be no cause of panic ... "just a febrille seizure", doctor said. Normal occurence in 1:25 kids.

Still, it was the most frightening thing that ever happened to me. I realized that I am no superMom after all. With 4 kids, I should have been more experienced, but I wasn't. Should have known better, but I didn't; I felt so ill-equipped with the usual know-hows of a mom. I felt so terrible.

Latest 'Brag'

"Mommy, I have a surprise for you", our eldest, JJ, shouted excitedly last Saturday when he came home from Kumon. "Close your eyes". I obliged. "Boo". (That was my cue to open my eyes). In his hands, he was holding a medal which read Reading Grade Level Achievement. "Wow! Very good!" I said, feigning surprise. You see, it was the quarterly award event in Kumon and I kinda thought that the centre gives awards to everybody who attends, especially to the kindergartens ... well you know, coz they're kids and they love getting ribbons and stuff?!?! . It wasn't so much of a big deal then that he's getting another one.

Then my husband came in and told me that JJ was the only one awarded in his class. (Hmmm ... perhaps it is big deal). Though I guess it doesn't mean that JJ's the only one who could read in his class; just maybe he'd shown great improvement than the rest. See, JJ started reading at 4, big thanks to Kumon, and now at 5, reading's a breeze. But I do remember one time the Kumon supervisor, Ms. Joan, commenting that she was really impressed with JJ's proficiency in reading (and comprehension). Anyway, whatever.

That was when I felt the emotional impact of overwhelming surprise and got real excited. I hugged my son so tight and showered him with kisses and told him how very very proud I was with him. I could see that he loved my sudden show of enthusiasm from the way his eyes twinkled. It then dawned on me that I haven't been really vocal about my feelings toward my son's achievements, even the small, 'insignificant' ones. I vowed to change that.

As his reward, I told my son I would create a webpage of his own. Oh boy, you should've seen his reaction. It was like he'd eaten a bubble gum! (he's forbidden to eat one till he's 10, so for him it was pretty exciting). Did I mention that he's also a computer buff? Having his own webpage would mean he could use the computer for a few minutes everyday, not just on Sunday (his computer day).

So, here I am trying to finish up the webpage I promised him. Just want you guys reading this to please support and encourage JJ to hone his thinking, writing & reading skills by posting comments to his blogs and other entries.

Thanks. I'm sleepy na. Bye!

And The Proud Shall Be Humbled

December 8, 2005 marked our 7 years as a married couple. It was such a great feeling ... knowing that we both have been through so much together, and yet our love remained as strong and powerful as ever.

I still vividly remember the day when I had asked my Sweetheart to come back into my life. It was in March 1998. He had just about given up on me and swore never to bother me again for the rest of my life. The saying is true that you'd never realize what you've got until you've lost it. It was such a painful loss ... a feeling that I never would want to experience in my life ever again. Thus, I swallowed my pride and asked him to come back. Thanks to Raymond Lauchengco's song, I didn't have to think of the words to say to him. I just wrote the lyrics of the song "I need you back" on the card:

"If I had known what you really meant to me,
maybe then you'd still be a part of me.
I was wrong not to let you know
this feeling that's hard for me to show.
Since you've gone I've always been alone,
feeling down and sorry for myself.
I look at your picture and there I find,
I won't make it through another rain without your sunshine.

I need you back. I need you here beside me.
Please come back. You're the only one who has ever loved me.
I need you back. Let's start all over again.
Share the love you had for me then.

Since I've said what I came here to say,
guess I'd better be going on my way.
But before I go, I just wanna let you know
you're the only one who can make me happy again.

I need you back. I need you here to guide me.
Please come back. You're the only one who has ever loved me.
I need you back. Let's start all over again.
Share the love you had for me then... share the love you had for me then."


I Need You Back - (Music Code)


The song reflected exactly what was inside my heart at that time, and luckily my Sweetheart have not heard of that song before so he thought the words were originally mine. Of course, whose heart would not have melted to hear such plea of longing and love? My Sweetheart, being the smart guy that he was (and is), accepted my offer and welcomed me back into his life.

From then on, we were inseparable. 9 months later, we both decided to spend our life together forever, and the momentous event was graced by our parents, close relatives and select close friends. 2 years thereafter, we had our union ratified in a "perfect" church wedding, this time with a much bigger crowd as witnesses. 5 years later, we were blessed with 3 beautiful and healthy kids.

Indeed, eating up my pride back in 98 was the BEST decision I have ever made in my entire life!

Happy 7th anniversary, my Sweetheart! Here's looking forward to a million more happy years with you on this life and beyond.

From your ever loving and sweet wife :)

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