i feel like i have a bad hangover. but i didn't even drink last night. i guess that makes it even more pathetic. my body felt like i ran with the bulls in pamplona last night and got trampled big time. i should be dead, if that were the case, but it's not. so i guess i have to be thankful for some things. i don't know about you psyche. But here's my ten cents on what we did yesterday which i seriously hope never to repeat again unless i have some serious memory lapse about this experience; which i will now chuck into the most recessive part of my brain and label it as traumatic together with my other traumatic experiences which included being ran over by a pajero (yes, not a bull). but that's another post for another rainy day.

anyway, between running with the bulls in pamplona and volunteering for HR, forget it! i'd rather run with the bulls... oh wait...scratch that... i'd take webhosting calls anytime. it's safer and less traumatizing. working for HR in the call center industry is like trying to outrun a cheetah. it's a headache just thinking about the quota and it becomes a splitting headache when you don't make the quota.

imagine this, i called more or less than 400 people from ilocos down to cebu just to find 40 willing, able and qualified people to take an exam the next day (saturday - which is today). of course i didn't even know i was calling someone who was in ilocos or cebu. they just happened to mention it during the call and that takes them off my list of eligibles. for sure they won't be able to make it the next day, duh. neverTHEless you'd think that in the 400 it would be peanuts to get anyone to take the d*mn exam right? after all, unemployment rate is quite high (but then when has it ever been low?). but getting someone to take an exam much less ANSWER their d*mned phones is not as easy as eating a slice of a yummy blueberry cheese cake.

it was so darn FRUSTRATING, i almost wept. yes, almost because i was too tired to even consider crying. BUT, why won't these people answer their d*mn phones?! if you're not going to answer your friggin' phone, don't even think of having one. Grrrrrrr... annoying to the 10th level. Out of the 400 or so i think 70% would not answer. I was so sick of hearing the same b*tch from saying 'the subscriber cannot be reached. please try your call later.' that's right you'll never be rich (pun intended) unless you answer this call. hey i am offering a chance to get you a job, comprenez?
the work is repeatitive and mindless. keshi hen nan le. you'd think it was easy but it's not. it's true, there is no such thing as an easy job. how sad to finally realize that.

my brain, i think, has atrophied. although there were times, i'd laugh myself silly because of my foolishness and mistakes like dialing the wrong phone number (the person i'm speaking with would say you're looking for who??? or how did you get this number???) duhhh.... i wouldn't waste my breath on you dude trying to explain it was an honest mistake made by one of my overworked fingers. sometimes i almost said i'm from aortlengk rather than from pee esh (go figure). psyche has a real nosebleed for a seatmate and i can't help but laugh everytime i hear her say 'nosebleed' out loud. the poor guy doesn't even know she's referring to him. clueless. i'm glad i wasn't seating beside him or it would even be harder to concentrate. i'd be listing down every nutty thing that would come out of his big loud mouth. really the guy is a pain in the cute behind (disclaimer: i didn't say mine). my two other seatmates would mutter under their breath as well everytime nosebleed utters something so out of character for an HR rep (even if we're only pretending). but whatever his style is, it was effective than what the rest of us were doing because he went home earlier than the rest. ok so maybe we're just a bit jealous. but just a little... give me a break...

now, before we actually dial the applicant's phone number, we have to punch several numbers first and then a 5-digit number after. so my forefinger, i believe, is now a few millimeters shorter than what it was a few days ago. my forefinger's nail is so traumatized by the experience, i now have a bandage around it. first aid treatment.

i went to sleep without having dinner because i was too tired to cook. and so i woke up today with a humongous appetite which i wasn't able to satisfy because i was late for my mandarin class (not the first time). our laoshi, who for several class meetings have claimed to have forgotten how to speak english, was not that late this time. he arrived a few seconds after i did. in fact, he arrived while i was just about to drift off into dreamland again. so i wasn't that late. suncy, my only classmate in this class, was there already.

my brain refused to register what laoshi was saying. shuoyi wo he liang beizi de kafei keshi wo hen kun le. i can barely keep my eyes open. wo hen lei. but i think i should've drunk kekoukele.
and to end this i will leave you this quote:


A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the word you first thought of.- Burt Bacharach


zai jian