Christmas Cards!


This was what I was busy with today. No, I didn’t make that, haha. I wish! But I was labeling Christmas cards to send out. It’s for work and I’ve still got a number to go through but I’m not complaining. It’s fun and I get to see the different designs that we have. They’re all handmade like this and you really have to admire the perseverance of some people with their craft.


Reuniting with English and Loving It

I’ve actually changed jobs last August. Almost the same tasks and responsibilities but a new company with a different set of values and work ethic. The biggest difference though was the language.

Before, I used to work for a Korean company and while English was used as the language to communicate, it wasn’t a language that they were most comfortable in using. Korean was still predominant in the work place and since I didn’t speak it, I mostly had to contend with spoken and written English that needed some decoding. I often even had to do a lot of editing and I acted as an English teacher for my boss whose English was only at the basic level for the most part.

Imagine the joy and wonder I felt while I was being interviewed for my current job. I now work for an Irish group and I don’t think I’ve gotten used to  how well they not only speak English but also how well they write it. I pick up memos and letters and can’t help the feelings of fondness and affection I get when I read what they have to say and how perfectly eloquent they are. Then they speak to me and I adore how I have to be more aware of what I say and how I am also learning to speak English better.

Just one of the joys of this new job I have.

“Trial by Fire”

According to Wikipedia, “trial by fire” could also mean “trial by ordeal, by which the guilt or innocence of the accused is determined by subjecting them to a painful task”. That has certainly been what it was like this past week at work. No one was being put to trial to see who was guilty or innocent but it still felt like we were being roasted. It was like everything went straight to Hell and everything was going wrong. It was a crazy case of Murphy’s Law and I wanted nothing more than for the agony to end.

Obviously, it did. Sort of. I’m at home now and I don’t have to deal with anything work-related for the next two days or so. Or at least not physically. Mentally and psychologically, however, I will continue to be bothered, I just know it. I’m just the type to overthink things and keep myself up at night going over things that happened and what had been said. Of what could have been done better or what I could have said instead.

I just feel so exhausted and stressed. I think I cried myself to sleep at least once this week. It’s that horrible and I’ve cried myself to sleep a couple of times before but I don’t think I’ve had felt this awful in a while. Right now, I just have so much nervous energy and it’s almost midnight. I might need some help getting to sleep.

Terrible week was terrible.

I hope next week will be better. I hope the rest of May will be too.


Long day was long. I spent most of it trying to get my boss’ visa requirements submitted and approved. We were successful with his Alien Employment Permit but not with his 9G Visa. We were too late for the cut off and apparently our requirements were incomplete. Then we were passed around as we tried to get a satisfactory answer on what the hell to do about our predicament. In the end, his Visa has to be downgraded and he has to apply for his 9G Visa again.

I don’t have enough patience to run these kinds of errands. They really need someone to do this for them. I’m just bad at dealing with people and government bureaucracy. Everything and everyone’s just a pain in the ass. And I am so sick of people telling us that we should have filed for his visa earlier. I know, okay? I KNOW.

And we probably took the longest jeepney ride of our lives from Quiapo to Edsa Extension. How did we get from Intramuros to Quiapo, you ask? Well, since it’s a three-day holiday this coming weekend, there’s traffic everywhere and we couldn’t get a taxi. We ended up taking a jeep to Quiapo to look for a better chance of getting home. Alas, the LRT was crowded and taxis were still hard to flag at that hour. Thank goodness for jeepneys that go all the way along FB Harrison. But still the traffic was awful and jeepneys are not the most comfortable of public transportation to ride. By the end of it, my boss and I were feeling pretty sick.

And have I mentioned how I’m tired of spending time with my boss? I am and before I have my coffee at lunch, I’m really tempted to type up a resignation letter so I can not spend time with him ever again.

Is there a happy ending to all this? Yes, sort of. I get to come later to work tomorrow and I got to eat a yummy pesto tofu burger at Burger Project again.

But I still don’t get a three-day weekend.


It’s the Thought That Counts This Christmas

Christmas is almost here. It’s just a month away or so, right? While the weather here in the Philippines has not progressed that much in terms of coldness, it’s quite obvious in other things. Christmas decorations are popping up in stores. There’s more stalls lining up the road, selling all sorts of things for gifts. I wait for the train at the LRT and get treated to Christmas carols playing over the LRT’s sound system. Prices are dropping in these discount coupon websites I am subscribed to. They’re even offering gadgets like the much-coveted Samsung Galaxy Note II and Samsung Galaxy S III on sale and it looks like a couple of people are actually taking the bait. People just seem to be more generous with their money right now. At least in some situations. I’m sure these people who have taken advantage of the gadget sales also have a bit more money to spare compared to others or they just really, really want them.

It’s not the same for other people and it’s made obvious in our own Christmas preparations at work. Today, we kicked off planning for our Christmas Party, which is to be held on December 1. Kind of early but I’m not complaining. It’s the only time when the majority seems to be available so we booked a function room and ordered a buffet dinner. We also started on the yearly exchange gift tradition and picked out the person we were supposed to give gifts to using pieces of paper with our names on them. Tomorrow, we will be writing our wish lists on the white board and we’ll all look forward to getting our wished for gifts on the day of the Christmas Party. Our budget for the gifts was supposed to be P500 but some people asked for a reconsideration on the budget. I think we’re lowering it and I think that’ll be good for everyone. Despite how people seem to be more generous around this time of the year, I think people would still prefer not having to spend so much. I know I would. Hence my post about wanting to be more creative about my gift giving.

I think I’ll be happy with simple gifts, like cute notebooks and pens. I’m not a hard person to please. I don’t really need a Samsung Galaxy Note II though it would be awesome if someone gave me one. It’s not necessary, though. I’ll be happy with whatever I receive because I think being given gifts nowadays is a privilege given how things are for most people money-wise. It’s really true for me that it’s the thought that counts, that despite how money’s a bit tight, you still bothered to think of getting me a gift for Christmas.

So thank you, currently-unknown exchange gift partner. Thank you for the time and money you’ll spend to be able to give me a gift on December 1st. 🙂

PMS Most Probably Played a Huge Role in the Crazy Today

Today was kind of a yo-yo day. You know, that kind of day when one moment you’re high and the next you’re low. Today was like that and it was kind of exhausting.

I woke up feeling kind of inexplicably awful. Nothing aches or anything like that, but I just didn’t feel good. As I went through my morning routine, I just started thinking about work and effortlessly worked myself up to a bad mood. ‘Work’s been crazy nowadays. I’ve got so many things that I needed to do and not enough time to do them all, much less take substantial breaks. Good thing I was sort of distracted by Chef Bourdain’s Tumblr so I didn’t end up whipping myself into a fine, frothy rage before I even stepped into the office.

Work started out as it usually did. There was work and I slowly got down to being productive, but then my boss called and asked me to do something. Of course that wasn’t anything new but today it felt doubly irritating. I was going to be handed more work to do because someone was being sloppy about doing a job that was supposed to be theirs. I took deep, calming breaths and just went ahead and got started. I was pissed off, but I followed through. What else could I do? And then a few minutes later my boss called to say no need to do it as she did it already. You would not believe the feeling of relief that washed over me at that.

Lunch rolled around and it ended with an excellent half cup of coffee. Add this 90’s Pop and Dance Playlist and I was well and truly distracted but feeling quite happier than I was just a few minutes earlier. This happy mood carried me on through some meticulous and painstaking accounting work until I had to leave the office. I didn’t mind this errand so much as I knew it wouldn’t take long. I was done in under an hour, so I was soon going back to the office.

On the way back, though, I was almost swiped not once, but twice by speeding jeepneys. Pasay, I have a question for you. What are sidewalks? I bet your answer is “I don’t know” seeing as you lack them! UGH! Pasay. Why must you be so deprived of a lot of good things?! Gone was my good humor as I trudged back to the office.

Until I spied plushies being sold by the street. This cute little Iron Man plushie only cost P120 and a poor, forlorn, dirty (but washable!) Cinamoroll plushie was P75. Maybe I’ll come back for them come pay day. I like plushies even if I never really do anything with them. And did you know that McDonald’s now has Toffee Nut McFlurry?! I can’t wait to try one!

And then more bad news when I arrived at the office. More work was being heaped on me. My boss talked to me and said she knew how much work I was already doing but this added work was really, really important. I listened to her talk about things that I knew and understood, but just couldn’t accept then and there. I listened and tried my best not to cry. It was just too much already and I felt so sick of everything. I practically work non-stop after timing in and I hardly take breaks. Despite that, I barely get to finish enough of everything as it is. Now I had even more work on top of everything else…

No, today wasn’t really a good day though it had its moments. At least it ended with me laughing with my Mom…

I hope things are better tomorrow.

I Freakin’ Hate Mondays

Who likes Mondays anyway? I think you’d have to be a real workaholic or a glutton for punishment if you actually like Mondays. There’s just something about the first day back from the weekend that just utterly sucks.

It’s the first day of the week when you have to actually get up so early in the morning (for those of us with normal schedules anyway) and leave the confines of your warm bed to go out and be productive. Or at least try to.

You have to take a bath or shower, dress up and get breakfast in the morning (THE HORROR) so you can be ready for your day.

As you commute to work, you’re stuck with like-minded, miserable people with their own cases of weekend hangovers and so the way to work is more unbearable than usual on top of the smog, the heat and the crowds.

At work, there’s that warm, sleepy atmosphere that you just want to sink into. You go in and try to procrastinate as long as you can before getting started on the work load that has piled up during the weekend. You prepare a cup of coffee, arrange your desk, clean your keyboard, check your Facebook, put on mood music, what have you. Then finally you start work. It only took you two hours after you timed in.

And then it’s lunch time.

After lunch time, you take the time to relax because going back to work immediately is bad for your digestion. That’s what someone said in an article you read. Of course these people know what they’re talking about. So relax. Another cup of coffee. More Facebook checking. Let’s take some time to check Tumblr too. Nothing more relaxing than Tumblr…

After an hour of after-lunch relaxation, it’s time to work again. You do so leisurely, slooooowly gaining momentum. You’re finally being productive!

But then it’s almost time to go home. GRRR. Where did all my time go?! And just when I was actually DOING stuff! UGH!

But no choice. Time to go home.

And so ends another sucky, unproductive Monday.

See you tomorrow! Maybe Tuesday will be better.

(But let’s face it, it’s probably the same. Just as unproductive and sucky as Monday. You only gain momentum on Wednesday, put all effort on Thursday and then relax on Friday.)