Monday, March 31, 2014
A couple of weeks ago, I got asked out by a few people who I haven't seen in a long time. I stopped hanging out with them because they were very close to someone who had wronged me and since at that time, I wasn't over what this person had done to me, I thought it best to temporarily cut ties with them as well.
I was so hesitant to go and I made up a couple of lousy excuses to get myself out of seeing them but they said they missed me and could I just swing by even for just 1 drink? Truth is, I missed them too, I had fun times with these people. Plus, I am sooo over what happened a few years ago so I felt I was ready to rekindle my friendship with these guys.
By now, you would have probably guessed who the person who wronged me is. And in case you were wondering, I went out with his sisters and a few of our other common friends.
I shouldn't have gone. Maybe not that night. They ended up telling me stories of how horrible his GF is. Stories I couldn't even believe were true. Stuff I didn't know a human was capable of. I don't know how many times I had to ask if they were exaggerating but they swore they weren't. Some of the stories were hilarious but I felt so uncomfortable coz I wanted to let out a laugh but couldn't because I didn't want them to think I was being bitter. At the end of the day, blood is still thicker than water, right? I remember telling a friend of ours that night that despite everything that's going on, I hope that he is happy. Our friend said it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that he wasn't.
I have always wished that he would get what he deserved, I just didn't think it would be this bad. I was torn between being happy because Karma worked in my favor and being sad because he is sooo not in a happy place.
Sigh.
In other news, I have been on two dates this year and to be honest, I am a little tired.
The last guy I went out with made me laugh a lot (my #1 requirement). It also helps that I find him attractive and that he is smart, witty, driven and he seems to be successful in his field. I had a wonderful time when we went out because I didn't feel like he was putting his best foot forward. It was quite comfortable, kind of like having dinner and drinks with a friend you haven't seen for the longest time.
A friend who holds your hand while you're walking to the parking lot. :)
BUT.
At this point, I can't tell if we're on the same page. I am, of course, looking for something serious, however, I'm not sure if he wants the same thing. I know we've only gone out once and my judgment is solely based on the almost daily conversations we have, but well, that's just what my instincts tell me. Hopefully, I'm wrong. But even if I end up being right, I want to make a friend out of this guy. He's hilarious and I know he will get along with my friends.
And it looks like we're going out again this week. I'm just going to ride along and see how it goes.
Update as of 14 April:
I stopped replying to this guy's messages. He was all bark and no bite and a complete waste of time.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Friday, February 21, 2014
DATE #1: SERIES OF 2014
I'm not the type of person who makes resolutions every year. Mainly because, I think that deciding to change something in your life whether it's quitting a vice, living healthier or cutting off communication with someone who does no good in your life can be done anytime throughout the year.
But as the clock struck 12 on the 1st of January, I found myself making a resolution to start dating again. There were no candidates but what the heck, I have enjoyed being single for the past 2 years and although I still don't know how I'll ever find time for date night (work has been eating up a lot of my time), I felt I needed to get back my ass back in the game.
I met this guy at a party next to my friend's house last month. It wasn't even a party I was invited to but because my friend's neighbor found us drinking outside my friend's house, we suddenly got invited.
I was in a deep conversation with my friend when I felt someone staring at me, so I looked up and there he was. "Good evening!", I said. He said, "Hi". We were introduced, turns out he's the celebrant's brother. He ended up hanging out with me and my friend the entire evening. Found out that he's 38, been separated for 3 years and that he has 4 kids (he got married at 22!).
After 1 too many beers (6 to be exact), he asked for my number, which I gave and on my way home that night, he called. He apologized for staring at me, he said he knew I caught him. The reason being that it wasn't the first time he saw me. He said he brought his brother home sometime last year and that he saw me outside my friend's house and he wanted to ask his sister-in-law for my name but was too shy to do so because I didn't look like I lived next door. He said that when he saw me, he said to himself "It's her. I have to talk to her tonight." And that explains why he was staring.
We went out for drinks the night after. An hour into the date, I knew there wouldn't be a second date although he ended the night asking me if there was going to be another one. To which I replied, "We'll see.".
I just didn't find him interesting enough. He described himself as simple and average and I remember wondering why anyone would consider themselves simple and average. I don't know about you but average spells B-O-R-I-N-G. He's not into any sport and when he talked about his job, he said something negative about his boss which gave me the impression that he wasn't very happy with it and to think that he has been in that industry for 9 years (he works for a car dealership). He doesn't travel, doesn't read books, doesn't even like trying out new restaurants. I honestly don't know what he's passionate about.
Plus, we were the same height lang---and I was wearing flats!
This guy texted and called me incessantly for the next 2 weeks. I would get 3-4 messages from him throughout the day and I would reply only once. I thought he would take the hint. After all, he was taking so many rainchecks from me. And then one night, he sent me a rather lengthy message detailing everything he missed about me--my smile, my face, the way I talk, etc.
Shivers. (Not the good kind)
I didn't reply but 3 days later, I felt like a bitch for not even acknowledging his text so I sent him an SMS saying that his last couple of messages were sweet but I just didn't think we had common interests so I didn't think anything beyond friendship would work. And that I hoped we could still hang out and that he should keep in touch.
He replied with 3 lengthy messages. I'll give you the gist--he explained that it was too soon for me to decide that we had no shared interests and shouldn't we at least try first before I shut him down?
It's been close to 3 weeks and I still haven't replied.
Sigh.
Next boy, please.
But as the clock struck 12 on the 1st of January, I found myself making a resolution to start dating again. There were no candidates but what the heck, I have enjoyed being single for the past 2 years and although I still don't know how I'll ever find time for date night (work has been eating up a lot of my time), I felt I needed to get back my ass back in the game.
I met this guy at a party next to my friend's house last month. It wasn't even a party I was invited to but because my friend's neighbor found us drinking outside my friend's house, we suddenly got invited.
I was in a deep conversation with my friend when I felt someone staring at me, so I looked up and there he was. "Good evening!", I said. He said, "Hi". We were introduced, turns out he's the celebrant's brother. He ended up hanging out with me and my friend the entire evening. Found out that he's 38, been separated for 3 years and that he has 4 kids (he got married at 22!).
After 1 too many beers (6 to be exact), he asked for my number, which I gave and on my way home that night, he called. He apologized for staring at me, he said he knew I caught him. The reason being that it wasn't the first time he saw me. He said he brought his brother home sometime last year and that he saw me outside my friend's house and he wanted to ask his sister-in-law for my name but was too shy to do so because I didn't look like I lived next door. He said that when he saw me, he said to himself "It's her. I have to talk to her tonight." And that explains why he was staring.
We went out for drinks the night after. An hour into the date, I knew there wouldn't be a second date although he ended the night asking me if there was going to be another one. To which I replied, "We'll see.".
I just didn't find him interesting enough. He described himself as simple and average and I remember wondering why anyone would consider themselves simple and average. I don't know about you but average spells B-O-R-I-N-G. He's not into any sport and when he talked about his job, he said something negative about his boss which gave me the impression that he wasn't very happy with it and to think that he has been in that industry for 9 years (he works for a car dealership). He doesn't travel, doesn't read books, doesn't even like trying out new restaurants. I honestly don't know what he's passionate about.
Plus, we were the same height lang---and I was wearing flats!
This guy texted and called me incessantly for the next 2 weeks. I would get 3-4 messages from him throughout the day and I would reply only once. I thought he would take the hint. After all, he was taking so many rainchecks from me. And then one night, he sent me a rather lengthy message detailing everything he missed about me--my smile, my face, the way I talk, etc.
Shivers. (Not the good kind)
I didn't reply but 3 days later, I felt like a bitch for not even acknowledging his text so I sent him an SMS saying that his last couple of messages were sweet but I just didn't think we had common interests so I didn't think anything beyond friendship would work. And that I hoped we could still hang out and that he should keep in touch.
He replied with 3 lengthy messages. I'll give you the gist--he explained that it was too soon for me to decide that we had no shared interests and shouldn't we at least try first before I shut him down?
It's been close to 3 weeks and I still haven't replied.
Sigh.
Next boy, please.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
DEAR 2013
Dear 2013,
If you were a person, you'd look somewhat like this:
Okay, maybe not that skinny. But you get the picture, right? You'd be stylish, calm, collected and poised, with your beautiful shiny wavy no-need-to-be-blowdried-hair. And everyone would turn their head while you strut around town in your sexy stilettos without worrying about blisters on your toes or ankles at the end of the night. You are sexy and you know it. You are worry-free and it's true. You are reeking of awesomeness.
Thank you for giving me so much--a lot of which I had to work really hard for (hey, give credit where credit is due!). But nevertheless, thank you for opening up so many wonderful doors for me.
Thank you for making me believe in my body and what it is capable of doing. For giving it the confidence to finish 2 half marathons this year. For giving me the strength to continue to run and lose weight in the process. I'd like to think that this is the best I have looked in the past 7 years (please feel free to correct me if I am wrong).
This year, you taught me how to bake and while I no longer bake as often as I would like to (too much sugar is bad bad bad. Diabetes runs in my family), I am very grateful for this new skill.
You gave me a really unexpected gift this year--an opportunity to do what I have always loved--going out, meeting and talking to people. It was not something I had asked for. I don't even recall ever hinting that I wanted it. I thought I had gotten too old for change. I thought that that ship has sailed. But thank you for knowing better than me. Thank you for taking me out of my comfort zone and for planting me in a job where I am always on my toes. To say that I am happy for this chance to be challenged (sometimes infuriatingly) again in my career is an understatement.
Thank you also for making me fall inlove with myself again. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun just not being in a relationship. So much fun that I surprisingly didn't miss being in one. I don't know if you and Karma had a conversation but it seems that this was the year dear old karma worked in my favor.
You were tough too, at times. The biggest git this year was having to force myself to say goodbye to someone I wasn't ready to say goodbye to. You took away my Uncle Dan, my dad's brother, the only person on this earth who didn't make missing Papa so hard because he was so much like him. He was always asking me and my sisters to visit him in Baguio but we never got around to doing it.
Sigh.
Anyway...
Thank you for my family's health and for helping my son continuously improve as the days go by. He is doing very well in school, better than I had predicted, in fact. Thank you for making us laugh, sometimes at our errors. Thank you for keeping us safe, for always keeping us together and for never failing to give us what we need.
My favorite bit about you, 2013 was the wonderful relationships (old and new) that have blossomed within your months. My family and I grow closer everyday, even when we sometimes find ourselves breathing down each other's necks from a thousand miles away. Thank you for fortifying my friendships and for teaching me to learn to let go of the ones that no longer bring me positivity.
As you draw to a close, I can only hope that 2014 brings me more joy, learning experiences and enough pain to gather strength from.
I love you, 2013. You were a very good year.
Now, on to the next one.
If you were a person, you'd look somewhat like this:
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| Photo from Pinterest |
Okay, maybe not that skinny. But you get the picture, right? You'd be stylish, calm, collected and poised, with your beautiful shiny wavy no-need-to-be-blowdried-hair. And everyone would turn their head while you strut around town in your sexy stilettos without worrying about blisters on your toes or ankles at the end of the night. You are sexy and you know it. You are worry-free and it's true. You are reeking of awesomeness.
Thank you for giving me so much--a lot of which I had to work really hard for (hey, give credit where credit is due!). But nevertheless, thank you for opening up so many wonderful doors for me.
Thank you for making me believe in my body and what it is capable of doing. For giving it the confidence to finish 2 half marathons this year. For giving me the strength to continue to run and lose weight in the process. I'd like to think that this is the best I have looked in the past 7 years (please feel free to correct me if I am wrong).
This year, you taught me how to bake and while I no longer bake as often as I would like to (too much sugar is bad bad bad. Diabetes runs in my family), I am very grateful for this new skill.
You gave me a really unexpected gift this year--an opportunity to do what I have always loved--going out, meeting and talking to people. It was not something I had asked for. I don't even recall ever hinting that I wanted it. I thought I had gotten too old for change. I thought that that ship has sailed. But thank you for knowing better than me. Thank you for taking me out of my comfort zone and for planting me in a job where I am always on my toes. To say that I am happy for this chance to be challenged (sometimes infuriatingly) again in my career is an understatement.
Thank you also for making me fall inlove with myself again. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun just not being in a relationship. So much fun that I surprisingly didn't miss being in one. I don't know if you and Karma had a conversation but it seems that this was the year dear old karma worked in my favor.
You were tough too, at times. The biggest git this year was having to force myself to say goodbye to someone I wasn't ready to say goodbye to. You took away my Uncle Dan, my dad's brother, the only person on this earth who didn't make missing Papa so hard because he was so much like him. He was always asking me and my sisters to visit him in Baguio but we never got around to doing it.
Sigh.
Anyway...
Thank you for my family's health and for helping my son continuously improve as the days go by. He is doing very well in school, better than I had predicted, in fact. Thank you for making us laugh, sometimes at our errors. Thank you for keeping us safe, for always keeping us together and for never failing to give us what we need.
My favorite bit about you, 2013 was the wonderful relationships (old and new) that have blossomed within your months. My family and I grow closer everyday, even when we sometimes find ourselves breathing down each other's necks from a thousand miles away. Thank you for fortifying my friendships and for teaching me to learn to let go of the ones that no longer bring me positivity.
As you draw to a close, I can only hope that 2014 brings me more joy, learning experiences and enough pain to gather strength from.
I love you, 2013. You were a very good year.
Now, on to the next one.
Monday, December 30, 2013
BREAKING UP WITH A FRIEND
A couple of years ago I stopped talking to a very good friend because in the middle of a very stressful personal situation, he hung up on me. I texted him right after to tell him how bad I felt that he would hang up on me at a time like that and he never replied. Not even the next day or the week after. Before I knew it, a year had already gone by.
I still think about the kind of friendship I shared with him from time to time--of what a shame it is that he would just throw it all away like that.
I got a facebook message from him this year asking me if I was still mad. I didn't reply. A few days before Christmas, he messaged me again saying, "Advance Merry Christmas". I still didn't reply. On Christmas day, he sends me another message greeting me a Merry Christmas. And yep, you guessed right--I still didn't reply.
Our common friends have been asking me why I haven't bothered to reply when he is obviously reaching out. And I tell them the same thing--If he can type something as long as "Merry Christmas", I'm pretty sure "Sorry" wouldn't require so much effort.
But then again, the latter would also require lowering something he has so much of: PRIDE. And if it has to take someone 2 years to message a friend who has always been there for him, I mean, really--what kind of a friend is that?
And no, don't even get me started on the whole real-friends-don't-need-to-say-sorry crap. Manners are manners, period.
Among all those who have done me wrong, his was the only apology I was still hoping to receive. And I guess that's one of the reasons why I never unfriended him on Facebook. But, well.
They say life gets easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. And looking back at the 2 years that we haven't been friends, I have gotten by very well. I almost had the urge to call him a couple of nights ago and ask him out for drinks. Just to thank him for reaching out. But mostly to remind him why we are no longer friends, to let him know how awful I felt that day he abandoned me by hanging up on me in the midst of my distress. Just to let him know for one final time that so much time has passed and that I don't think we can ever be friends again, ever.
After all, time heals all wounds and as of date, the wounds I have incurred from that fateful day have already turned into scars--scars which I can no longer even see, unless I look very, very closely.
Maybe I should just send him this entry, noh?
I still think about the kind of friendship I shared with him from time to time--of what a shame it is that he would just throw it all away like that.
I got a facebook message from him this year asking me if I was still mad. I didn't reply. A few days before Christmas, he messaged me again saying, "Advance Merry Christmas". I still didn't reply. On Christmas day, he sends me another message greeting me a Merry Christmas. And yep, you guessed right--I still didn't reply.
Our common friends have been asking me why I haven't bothered to reply when he is obviously reaching out. And I tell them the same thing--If he can type something as long as "Merry Christmas", I'm pretty sure "Sorry" wouldn't require so much effort.
But then again, the latter would also require lowering something he has so much of: PRIDE. And if it has to take someone 2 years to message a friend who has always been there for him, I mean, really--what kind of a friend is that?
And no, don't even get me started on the whole real-friends-don't-need-to-say-sorry crap. Manners are manners, period.
Among all those who have done me wrong, his was the only apology I was still hoping to receive. And I guess that's one of the reasons why I never unfriended him on Facebook. But, well.
They say life gets easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got. And looking back at the 2 years that we haven't been friends, I have gotten by very well. I almost had the urge to call him a couple of nights ago and ask him out for drinks. Just to thank him for reaching out. But mostly to remind him why we are no longer friends, to let him know how awful I felt that day he abandoned me by hanging up on me in the midst of my distress. Just to let him know for one final time that so much time has passed and that I don't think we can ever be friends again, ever.
After all, time heals all wounds and as of date, the wounds I have incurred from that fateful day have already turned into scars--scars which I can no longer even see, unless I look very, very closely.
Maybe I should just send him this entry, noh?
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
MUST BE THE MEDICINE TALKING
I'm down with the flu. I don't even know how I managed to work today feeling like this.
I have a 38-degree temp, I've got the chills, my entire body is aching and on top of that, I have cough, colds and a sore throat.
Damn this flu.
And this may be the NyQuil talking but I suddenly wish I had a man to take care of me.
Even just for tonight.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
I've been meaning to write. Believe me, I've tried several times only to find myself frustratingly unsatisfied with what I wrote so I select all, delete and log out. I think I've forgotten how to write but then again, I am not a writer and at the rate I'm going, I never will be.
Some days, I visit my old blog and start to wonder: Where is She?
I used to be able to write about how I felt without caring about what other people thought. I threw caution to the wind by typing whatever it was my heart was saying, no holds barred. These days, I find myself screening what I have to say, worrying about who might stumble upon this little page. The world is too small, and the Philippines--even smaller. But let's be realistic, I don't even think anyone still comes here. I don't think anyone really gives a shit.
Oh, but I do. Before Joaquin, writing has always been the one thing that kept me sane. I've kept a journal (offline and online) for as long as I can remember. Putting my thoughts, no matter how personal, into words most of the time gave me the enlightenment I needed. And I do need some right now.
Let's get to it, shall we?
I've been putting so much pressure upon myself at work that a few weeks ago I found myself asking if it was worth leaving my comfort zone for this. When you're in sales, it's all about the network you keep and since I was in the BPO industry for 8.5 years prior to this job, the only network I have are all overseas. I'm starting from scratch and I'm at the bottom of the barrel again. I used to be a big fish in a pond and now I am plankton in the deep blue sea. All things considering, I'm kind of amazed at how many clients I have managed to contact and meet all on my own. What drives me to be better and really excel is my belief in our product and my faith in my bosses. Wish me luck, guys.
I'm still not seeing anyone as of the moment and I don't think I'm ready to get back on the dating horse just yet. However, my friends have been encouraging me to try online dating. Against my better judgement, I am now a registered member of a couple of dating sites and I have also downloaded a dating app. And just as I predicted, still no luck. There were a couple of promising ones but conversations suddenly became boring and one of them started sending me photos of his torso and underwear. Blocked him. Silver lining: these matching sites have added humor to my daily life.
I don't mean to be mean, but there must have been a whackjob of a woman out there who told men that women want to see shirtless photos of them. Forgivable if they had abs, but believe me, 80% of the half-naked photos I have seen, do not have a single trace of washboard abs on them. There was even a shirtless guy in a freaking cowboy hat! And he's Asian! Why oh why oh why oh why oh why?
So anyway, I have to go. I'm as low bat as my laptop is right now (10%). Went to a friend's party last night, indulged in a little too much merlot, came home at 3am and woke up at 7am with a hangover from hell.
Goodnight.
Some days, I visit my old blog and start to wonder: Where is She?
I used to be able to write about how I felt without caring about what other people thought. I threw caution to the wind by typing whatever it was my heart was saying, no holds barred. These days, I find myself screening what I have to say, worrying about who might stumble upon this little page. The world is too small, and the Philippines--even smaller. But let's be realistic, I don't even think anyone still comes here. I don't think anyone really gives a shit.
Oh, but I do. Before Joaquin, writing has always been the one thing that kept me sane. I've kept a journal (offline and online) for as long as I can remember. Putting my thoughts, no matter how personal, into words most of the time gave me the enlightenment I needed. And I do need some right now.
Let's get to it, shall we?
I've been putting so much pressure upon myself at work that a few weeks ago I found myself asking if it was worth leaving my comfort zone for this. When you're in sales, it's all about the network you keep and since I was in the BPO industry for 8.5 years prior to this job, the only network I have are all overseas. I'm starting from scratch and I'm at the bottom of the barrel again. I used to be a big fish in a pond and now I am plankton in the deep blue sea. All things considering, I'm kind of amazed at how many clients I have managed to contact and meet all on my own. What drives me to be better and really excel is my belief in our product and my faith in my bosses. Wish me luck, guys.
I'm still not seeing anyone as of the moment and I don't think I'm ready to get back on the dating horse just yet. However, my friends have been encouraging me to try online dating. Against my better judgement, I am now a registered member of a couple of dating sites and I have also downloaded a dating app. And just as I predicted, still no luck. There were a couple of promising ones but conversations suddenly became boring and one of them started sending me photos of his torso and underwear. Blocked him. Silver lining: these matching sites have added humor to my daily life.
I don't mean to be mean, but there must have been a whackjob of a woman out there who told men that women want to see shirtless photos of them. Forgivable if they had abs, but believe me, 80% of the half-naked photos I have seen, do not have a single trace of washboard abs on them. There was even a shirtless guy in a freaking cowboy hat! And he's Asian! Why oh why oh why oh why oh why?
So anyway, I have to go. I'm as low bat as my laptop is right now (10%). Went to a friend's party last night, indulged in a little too much merlot, came home at 3am and woke up at 7am with a hangover from hell.
Goodnight.
Monday, August 5, 2013
The first words that came out of my mouth when I woke up last Saturday were, "What the f!@% was that?".
I dreamt about someone from my past, someone I haven't seen or heard from in 2-3 years.
It gets freakier.
I was having coffee at our patio when he texts me. And the next thing I knew, he was already having coffee with me.
There's so much (so much is an understatement) history between me and this guy and there's no way I would ever even consider going back. It was nice seeing him again but I also found myself hating the fact that despite no communication for so long, it was still so easy and comfortable to talk to him.
Most parts of this song say how I feel about this whole blast from the past incident.
I dreamt about someone from my past, someone I haven't seen or heard from in 2-3 years.
It gets freakier.
I was having coffee at our patio when he texts me. And the next thing I knew, he was already having coffee with me.
There's so much (so much is an understatement) history between me and this guy and there's no way I would ever even consider going back. It was nice seeing him again but I also found myself hating the fact that despite no communication for so long, it was still so easy and comfortable to talk to him.
Most parts of this song say how I feel about this whole blast from the past incident.
"Even If I Don't"
Rachael Yamagata
Rachael Yamagata
I miss you most in the morning
Most every morning
I wake up thinking
I could call
I could come visit
I could come running
We could relive it
But when I think of all that we've been through
Going back to you
Seems such a foolish thing to do
I hope you know
That even if I don't
I wanted to
All those words
You said at the ending
Were pretty revealing
And I can't forget them
All those ways
We missed at connecting
Despite all our trying
It always came back to
What I couldn't give you
So when I think of starting up again
Or trying to be friends
It seems impossible to do
I hope you know
That even if we can't
I wanted to
Who knows why
Two people perfectly aligned
Should ever have to find themselves apart
I'll never understand my heart
I miss you
Most in the morning
Most every morning
I wake up crying
Most every morning
I wake up thinking
I could call
I could come visit
I could come running
We could relive it
But when I think of all that we've been through
Going back to you
Seems such a foolish thing to do
I hope you know
That even if I don't
I wanted to
All those words
You said at the ending
Were pretty revealing
And I can't forget them
All those ways
We missed at connecting
Despite all our trying
It always came back to
What I couldn't give you
So when I think of starting up again
Or trying to be friends
It seems impossible to do
I hope you know
That even if we can't
I wanted to
Who knows why
Two people perfectly aligned
Should ever have to find themselves apart
I'll never understand my heart
I miss you
Most in the morning
Most every morning
I wake up crying
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Whenever people ask me how I'm finding my new job, I always say that I am not having fun--yet.
IT'S BEEN CRAZY!
I am almost never at the office. My days are booked with meetings and client presentations, minimum 2 a day. I sent an email to my sales team last Thursday asking them not to set any appointments on Friday afternoons so we can all meet and talk about what happened during the week and what our goals are for the coming week. My skin is breaking out, I'm not used to wearing make-up everyday. Gladly, my feet have gotten used to running in heels.
The upside of all this is, I'm meeting so many great people face-to-face. My old job entailed talking to different people too, but it's usually just over the phone (as my clients were mostly abroad). I am also learning so much from my colleagues who actually work for the other subsidiaries but have been helping out with the project. Although I feel like I am still walking on eggshells with the people I work with, I am slowly warming up to them. Just the other day, I had a laugh out loud moment with my boss in the pantry and she jokingly slapped me on the arm.
I also had a one-day crush on someone at the office but I found out he's married after I stalked his Facebook (Dear Married Men, please wear your wedding rings!). No way in hell I'm going that road. What's funny is that I had a couple of friends over for drinks last week and I was telling them about this guy and they asked to see a picture. When I showed it to them, one of them said "Oh Shit, it's ____!". Turns out one-day crush is my friend's brother's bestfriend. The world is too small.
Also, I finally got to take advantage of the cheap beer at work. In all my years of working, I have never left the office buzzed, until yesterday.
I guess that's it. I'm sorry my life has been so blah. Pray it gets more exciting in the coming months, yes?
Ciao!
IT'S BEEN CRAZY!
I am almost never at the office. My days are booked with meetings and client presentations, minimum 2 a day. I sent an email to my sales team last Thursday asking them not to set any appointments on Friday afternoons so we can all meet and talk about what happened during the week and what our goals are for the coming week. My skin is breaking out, I'm not used to wearing make-up everyday. Gladly, my feet have gotten used to running in heels.
The upside of all this is, I'm meeting so many great people face-to-face. My old job entailed talking to different people too, but it's usually just over the phone (as my clients were mostly abroad). I am also learning so much from my colleagues who actually work for the other subsidiaries but have been helping out with the project. Although I feel like I am still walking on eggshells with the people I work with, I am slowly warming up to them. Just the other day, I had a laugh out loud moment with my boss in the pantry and she jokingly slapped me on the arm.
I also had a one-day crush on someone at the office but I found out he's married after I stalked his Facebook (Dear Married Men, please wear your wedding rings!). No way in hell I'm going that road. What's funny is that I had a couple of friends over for drinks last week and I was telling them about this guy and they asked to see a picture. When I showed it to them, one of them said "Oh Shit, it's ____!". Turns out one-day crush is my friend's brother's bestfriend. The world is too small.
Also, I finally got to take advantage of the cheap beer at work. In all my years of working, I have never left the office buzzed, until yesterday.
I guess that's it. I'm sorry my life has been so blah. Pray it gets more exciting in the coming months, yes?
Ciao!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
ES EM CEE
I started my new job last Monday and it has been one hell of a week--in a good way.
I'm really excited about our product which we will formally launch in September. In a nutshell, it's going to change the way you pay for products and services, and manage your money.
I've been in back-to-back meetings all week and just this morning, my new boss appointed me to work with our contact center in forming our helpdesk group. It isn't really a part of the job I signed up for but I am more than happy to do it because it's an industry I am very familiar and still comfortable with.
The travel time to and from work has surprisingly been manageable (average 45mins). As soon as I drop Joaquin off at school, I head to my office in Ortigas (although technically, it's in Mandaluyong). I always arrive at least 45 minutes early which gives me ample time to have coffee and spend time by myself.
I cannot be more relieved that it's Friday tomorrow. I miss baking. My mom recently sent me and Joaquin cookie cutters for every shape imaginable, baking pans (I finally have decent baking pans, whoopee!) and a really cool dessert decorator. We will put those to good use this weekend.
This is where I work now, by the way. For those of you in the Philippines, the building should be familiar. Joaquin loves that I now work for the company that makes his favorite hotdogs. On the other hand, I'm thrilled to be working for the company that makes my favorite beer. Haha! (Our canteen sells beer after 6pm, how cool is that?)
That is all, for now. Will update soon! Toodles!
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