my first and last day at work

i entered the building, on time, as usual. i was waiting for someone to entertain me. then came the hr staff, quite busy, as usual as well. she guided me to the conference room. i sat and she talked. she told me that she considered me to two positions. one was the position i have applied for and the other one was a moderator for a particular social networking site. since i did well in copywriting the exam, which was supposed to be a proof reading thing. hehehe.
then, with all the guts in the world, i told her that i am enrolled. i was already expecting, sorry we do not entertain students lines. then she told me that would not be a problem since they are linient with students in their company. but she told me that the position that i have applied for would conflict my class schedules and is shifting sched position. what a luck? considering that they gave me my expected salary. tsktsk.
then here came the moderator. it has a fixed sched, 6 am to 3 pm. monday to friday. wow... i just can't wait for the catch. when i asked for a petiks job, i never meant this super duper petiks. basically, what i'll do is just censor, rate and tag sms and chat conversations, images, audios and videos. slap me hard please is this for real.
the catch came, she told me the salary was way lower than what i asked, its only 12,000 plus performance bonuses.
then there were flashbacks. i thought of my rent, transpos, books, readings, photocopied cases, mister kebab, tomatokick. i felt as if my market value fell down really hard.
but i thought of still considering it. so i took the training without even signing the contract yet. darn! the job is too good to be true. if you're not going to think about the salary. then came the boss...ehem! huwwwwwaaaaaaaaawwwwww!!!
it was already 4 pm, when i excused myself to smoke. i smoked a stick and made a decision. i entered the building, claimed my id, rode a cab, went straight to home and then attended my first day in class!
as easy as that. well i just hope i won't regret it.

quarter life crisis

i really don't have plans of posting something today. but while i was checking at my site i received a message that made my entire system pump like never before. so i decided to post a brief icebreaker, just bare with me, my blog!

if you happen to read this site, you'll probably remember this post: the most unfortunate person. it was the entry where i told the story of how i screw up a job's application, in terms of the exam and the final interview. but hey guess what? they've actually just messaged me, saying that i got the position. wow after more than 2 weeks of waiting.
probably by now, you are thinking that i won't post this entry just to congratulate myself because i got the position. hey, you are now reading me. congratulations!!!
but here's the catch, when i applied for the position, i told them that i have nothing else to do but to work. but since i have been dismayed with what happened to my final interview and haven't heard from the company thinking that i didn't make it, i have decided to enroll for law school. now here is where the real problem begins.
the company is requesting me to start around 830am. counting the number of hours i need to work, uhhhmmm... wait this is math... it takes time, you know, i will log out around 530 in the afternoon. wait, my classes starts around 6 in the evening. so i am counting again, give me a sec. it means that i have only 30 minutes of traveling time from libis to recto.
i could take a cab from libis to katipunan then ride the lrt and dropped by either legarda or recto. but i think it would take more than 30 minutes, my dear, to get there.
haaay, now i am thinking if i would still accept the position or i could talk to them and inform them what happened to my life within the 2 weeks they didn't contact me. hoping that they could just give me a fix schedule that would fit to my classes. but if not, i still have another job application coming but there's a catch again. how come there should always be a catch? its boring! sigh!
this is probably what we call quarter-life crisis, my friend. i am just thinking that if somebody have came up with the term then probably i am not the only person who is experiencing this. i just wish that or those people haven't committed suicide yet.
anyhow, wish me luck!

do you know what a happy horse is?

if not, then you might not be as alcoholic as i am.

i am a very flexible person. but when it comes to preferences i rather go with san mig light. since i am still convinced that it doesn't make your tummy bulgy than the rest of the alcoholic beverages they offer among bars because of its claim of low calorie content.
but the other night, we decided to drink in one of the chiller's place here in quezon city. most of my friends are into red horse, so just not to be a killer joy and feel the redundancy of peer pressure, i ordered one too.
and guess what, i got a happy horse bottle.

the happy horse bottle is second from the left.

urban drinkers legend has it, if you happen to have one, it would bring you good fortune. it would make your alcohol tolerance way beyond your threshold. even make your mojos commanding every individual you lay yours eyes into in your command as well. some also claims that the beer content of it is different from the rest of the red horse bottles. it could invigorate you: make your muscles more visible just like the way you wanted them to be. it would make you stronger as strong as 3000 horses. some would even look for cases after cases for they believe that it could boost your sexual endurance.

but theres a catch, because before you could even notice it, you'll just wake up, unable to speak. there is only one weird sound that you could produce in your throat. a very familiar sound. but still unreconcillable. then you'll notice that both your hands and feet are raised as if touching the ceiling. the sight is quite blurry that you couldn't even see your finger toes anymore. then you try to stand up. but it seemed like everything became taller. you tried going to the bathroom like you usually do every morning and you'll be surprise by the time you look at the mirror.

you are now one of the happy horse club. atleast with pretty pink dyed hair. then a group of men will force to enter your house and will ship you to wright park, baguio city and forced you to work for them. together with the rest of the others, who were also deceived by the happy horse curse.

the end.

hahaha. i am just pulling your leg.

basically, i would just like to point out that happy horse bottles are rare. thus, they are cool. bow!