Break it to me gently

The Shampoo, The Lovely Parents, and The White Torso

Okay, okay. Finally hanging on the dashboard now. I don’t know if I could sustain the perpetuity of this blog, I can’t enjoy the risky feeling of being a hardworking person without complaining.

Do not know what I mean? Maybe I should flip it this way: Yes, I’m lazy and idle during vacations; I know that you know the feeling of not getting a job, of struggling to convince your parents to give you 6 pesos in buying your shampoo when your sister hid the bottled one inside her bag and enjoyed swimming. And I’m planning to lend her my swimsuit from where I got my farmer’s tan, I bought that stupid top for compliance. Our teacher in water polo advised us to use a chlorine-resistant fabric so that it wouldn’t feel weighty when we get into the pool, comfortable…that’s it.

But since it is quite expensive than a sleeveless you wear during weekends, our teacher also advised the latter (my parents will feel so lucky to hear this!). Eventually, l bought chlorine-resistant fabric instead. Okay, don’t want to talk about anything that will remind me to this white torso! Enough of that.

The Cliffhanger and The Morons

It is the not knowing what happen that excites me. I worship surprises especially when I’m having the inkling that it would steer me to motivating upshot. Forget about the off-putting reality, it frustrates me.

March 21-24, the morning sun consecutively came like a bolt from the blue. I disciplined myself to wake up each day at exactly 7:00am, if not exactly, closely, to head for a job hunt. It is me, picturing myself as a call center agent (summer job only). Where in the world a college student would have to wish to be a call center agent after graduation? A big no, no! It was not even written in my bucketlist. I promised myself not to be one of them, I want a job to where my skills will never blunt. Writing, you know. But I’m not saying that I’m a good writer, just in point of mediocrity. But I agreed to enter the said job to alleviate boredom and, ofcourse, for money. I need money, money, money. We must not forget the price tag.

Fast forward! I was sitting in the room with a bunch of morons staring at me from head to toe, the thing I really hate most! I was just wearing my black college shirt written in orange, red, and gray hieroglyphics: “Where Great Ideas Begin”. It is not literally written in a form of hieroglyphics, but for a brilliant kind like you. You know what I mean.

It will be taking you a lot of time if I choose to give you the details, to cut the long story short. I will make it this way:

After the interview, they told us to droop our face out for a while. And after a few minutes, they announced the names who passed the interview. Out of five interviewees, only two passed. The boy from HAU and through God’s grace, I, too, passed. Fed up with the words “passed”? Forgive me. I ran out of words.

I shall have to end this na, I passed the interview and said they will just notify us through phone call when we’ll have to start our training. I’m waiting for 2 weeks and 4 days already! Still, no one called. No one called. No one called from the company! Susugod ako dun, bwisit. Sinabing kailangan ko ng trabaho e! Hindi ako makapunta dahil maaga na ang 11am sa akin. Grrr.

I'm just an ordinary student longing for a job. :(