It's been a long week...


06 November

I had to wake up at 12midnight so we could leave at 1am to get to the airport for my sister's 3 am check-in. That done, and we were only there for a maximum of 5 minutes, just enough time to drop her off, and we were off home again.

Then I stayed up to watch the Europe Music Awards 03, live! Of course it was early the next morning.

But it was all good.

07 November

I went with my other sister to my other sister's school to get her papers. Needless to say, we didn't get the papers, just got her registered for residency, or something like that which is equivalent to graduation.

Then a company, Etelecare, called me up when I was in transit. I couldn't very well conduct that conversation while I'm commuting, right? So I asked if they could call me up in an hour. I was still traveling by that time so they called me up the next day. I was set up for an exam the following Monday.

10 November

I woke up at around 130 or was it 2 am? I forget, but it was all so I could get the earlier bus out because it was a Monday and it's hell to commute on that day any day of the week, let me tell you. My exam was at 930am, so of course I had a long wait.

And I am not even going to bore you with the other maddening details of that day. Suffice it to say that I could have done with one less companion that day, and I'm being generous with my assessment. Especially when I felt like strangling someone.

So there I was at the Etelecare office, filling out my form and waiting to be called for the exam. I met a former college classmate... well, Sheryl was more of a close friend of a blockmate so we're friends, something like that. Then a guy comes over and sits down on the chair next to the couch I'm sitting on. His name's Basil dela Cruz, and he was looking into the opening for Technical Support.

We talked; there was nothing else to do. And I'm quite sure the two of us were one of the topics the girls from across the room were talking about.

Exam time, and we were told we'd also be in for our first interview. Imagine my surprise!

Exam was easy, basic common sense and all that IQ stuff. Interview went as well as could be expected.

Passed.

Second interview to be set, can't be that same day as I'm commuting back to the province. Also met a girl there, a college school mate, graduated from a sister course, works in the government (asked if she saw Jerry Yan when he paid a courtesy call there, but she said she and her officemates rarely knew what was going on there), two kids.

12 November

Second interview. Butterflies and moths playing in my stomach.

Botched up system! No ID passes available at the lobby of the building, had to wait for someone to get some from upstairs. Good thing I was early as they took their bloody time with the ID passes! There was this guy, Eugene, who'd been waiting for an hour, and he was already late for his interview. Talk about consideration!

I had the 1130 slot, and I was there 1120. 1130 came and went, and I was interviewed around 12 or 1215. ''Because your interviewer's with someone else right now, please wait for your name to be called.''

Right.

So in comes this bored looking small girl, holding a paper cup, presumably filled with coffee. She calls me and leads me to this office, and leaves the door open. In one corner with a computer terminal is a guy and in the middle of the interview in comes another girl and works in the other computer terminal at the other corner.

She sounded so bored, and I was more than irked already, though doing a good job of hiding it, if I do say so myself.

Needless to say, she went all, ''we'll call you, don't call us'' route.

Bye bye.

hehehe

13 November

Favorite number. Tired.

Oh yeah, one of the kittens here at the house, the one I call Zechie, is sick. My brother said he really, really stank so he gave the kitten a bath and discovered the kitty's bottom was swollen. The one case I could think of was of this cat I saw on Animal Planet, who had an open wound wherein a family of maggots was living in.

Yup, live wriggling maggots living off the living, rotting flesh of a living cat. It was disgusting. The vet (cute Brit, by the way) washed the wound off with some iodine and you could see the maggots just falling off into the tray with the black-brown iodine solution.

Eurgh.

And just last night when I was watching TV, I saw Zechie climb up the backdoor -- we have a glass window atop the window, and he fell! I heard the 'plunk' and I think he hit something. It was like 7 feet! He fell down 7 feet!

Ack.

But today he seems alright, and he's walking properly again.






New motto: Agreement is one way to avoid committing homicide.

Old story: I have two older sisters, and there are still times when I feel like I'm mediating between two squabbling seven-year-olds. Imagine that. Of course, there are time when I really feel like experimenting if I really do have that so-called ability I could have inherited from my mother. Extreme emotions. Hmm... murder extreme enough?

Of course, that would call for cold-mindedness and logic, both of which I am without, right? Being nothing can do that to you.

I'm still sleepy.

And I'm having trouble breathing again. It happens when I'm tired and I travel.