: January 31, 2007

: Home

: Exhausted

: Will any of the companies I applied for call me in the future?!

: Sando and shorts

: Hemin Bread

: Cold Water

: God

: My former love interests

: Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong

: Steep by Nina

: WWE

: Ate Cyndi

: JuMong


Aw, Jobs. We just had our first job-hunting experience today. It was quite fun but tiring.

Morning. I woke up at 4am because the "supposed" call time was 7am. It was very hard for me to wake up that early because...

a. The climate's cold. Everything in my bed feels cold and silky and smooth. It's hard to let go of that soft & fluffy pillow and that silky-smooth (and cold) blanket. Ah, yes, sleep.

b. I'm not fond of waking up early anymore. I haven't woken up that early since I became an Accounting major. But I'm often still up until 4am due to my "alleged" studying.

C. I'm not really thrilled to be one of the "K Girls".

I arrived at 6:15 am. The people I'm supposed to meet were all late. And what bummed me the most is that I have to borrow everything from everybody.

I was one of the "unfortunate ones" who were picked to be a K-girl. Tipong pang-DEAL OR NO DEAL. we're carrying briefcases with numbers and at the back of the briefcase there's an accounting virtue to remember. And mine's PATIENCE. Unbelievable Irony.

I have corporate attires but man, they smelled as if they came from my Lolo's "baul". I didn't really bother to fix things during the weekend because I didn't think it was that serious. Too bad it was so darn serioust that SC actually spent so much on the props & college gimmicks. Another thing's my one-and-only black slacks got lost. Maybe one of our former "labanderas/plantsadoras" already taken it home. Darn it. I had to borrow slacks from Ika and a blouse from Ate Cyndi. I'm a cause of delay, seriously.

The parade. Damn, the high-heeled sandals was killing me. And up to now it still hurts and some of my skin in my toes were kind of torn. Ouch. I'm gonna have muscles on my thighs! Roar!

But after the shameless parading in my all-borrowed corporate attire and literal "killer" strap - ons, it was somehow worth it because we won 1st runner up in the college gimmick thing. I believe were really the winners, if not for College of Engineering's coming Centennial celebration & their "peacock-looking" torches, if that's what you really call it. I'm a meanie.

10 am. We (Me, Dianne & Jill) immediately went to a computer shop to edit our resume. They edited theirs and I typed mine (haha...I'm oh-so ready). Then after that we went to Photoprints to get our resumes printed (the picture was printed directly on the resume). Spent 72 pesos on 8 sets.

Despite my never-ending criticisms and b*tchy-ness, I still managed to do a good thing today. I got my grad pic scanned for 5 pesos. Then when "Kuya" asked for my payment he only asked for the 72 pesos and forgot the 5 pesos...

Me: Ay Kuya, may na-realize ako. Hindi pa pala kasama dun sa 72 kong binayaran yung 5 sa scan
Kuya: Ha? talaga?
Me: Opo *hands him a 5-peso coin*
Kuya: O, sige, salamat.

Haha. I'm so mabait. I mean, I know the truth and must act on it. I wouldn't want to suffer the karma from not paying 5 for the scan. Kung makakarma rin lang ako sa 5 piso eh di magbayad na ako no.

12 pm. Ah, time to shine. We started our job-hunting brigade. We submitted resumes on different companies and it was quite fun. I think we already applied for about 10 companies. It was way too cool and so grown up.

We were a bit scared with the idea of applying for a job in banks. They've got an exam that you have to pass. Darn.

Too bad I can't submit for the companies that will be coming tomorrow. I haven't got any money to print my resumes nor go to school. My dad and mom haven't got their paychecks yet, and I'm not telling them that I'm not going to school. Nakakahiya nang humingi ng pera. Oh well, money problems. Poorness.

BTW, people change, people change. Do you agree? It's okay if it's for the better, eh?! Oh well, you can't really force people to stay the way they are. They just change. Screw you, whoever you are.

Sorry for the cursings. I'm just so darn mad.

Fin.

Labels: Atrocities, Me-Myself-and-I, Scholastic Raves