Archives for March 2010

I sorta ran into trouble with someone this morning that totally cost me a hefty paycheck. Just when I thought I was opening a can of whoopass, igh! I have to start learning how to play my cards right, hay.

So… since my friend/ex-office mate became my neighbor I have inadvertently opened my home for other  people as well. While it is nice to socialize and stuff, I’m not used to the new set up. In addition to that, my sister started complaining that this friend of mine if invading her space. Of course, I wanted to make the guy feel as welcome as possible because I want to be a good neighbor and we have known each other for a while.

However, I do feel that certain lines have to be drawn. One particular incident that triggered my sister’s ire was when the guy let himself in to our house when I was not around (I was brushing my teeth somewhere while my sister was watching in the living room) without even asking my sister if he can come in. She told me about it and I was kind of  pissed about it as well.

When I told the guy about the vacancy, I knew there’s going to be some changes once he moves in with his family but I didn’t really think I’d have to open the doors to my own apartment as well. One of the reason why I rarely tell people I know where I live is that I value my space so much, I cannot risk anyone dropping by unannounced. And now, to have a guy spring up to our doorstep at odd hours, it really annoys me.

I have been thinking of ways how to confront him about it. Of course, confrontation often leads to animosity and I really don’t want to mess this up because he is a genuinely nice guy and in his mind, he is not doing anything wrong.  But I really have no idea how to tell him to stop showing up at my place like it’s a goddamned coffee shop. I don’t show up at his place, I don’t see why he can’t at least ask if he can come in.

The fact is, my apartment can get stuffy at times and let’s just say I often look like a greasy swamp rat when I’m at home. I never looked presentable when I’m inside my goddamned apartment and I do not want to make an effort to look decent at all, you know? Basically, I want to be alone, grease and all, I do not like to be disturbed and I don’t want anyone seeing me in my natural habitat. Is that so bad?

Ugh,

I’m in such a pickle.

Oh. I almost forgot, I heard we’d be seeing a blue moon tonight, awesome!

Things have been relatively quiet after the last clusterfuck of a week I had. PM dear was also quiet… too quiet. I have a couple theories. It’s either she got one helluva sermon from the boss and she is taking that against me or I’m about to be fired.

Do I sound crazy?

I don’t know about you but I sort of have a sixth sense that can sense shit like this. Most of the time I can tell, feel and smell when things are about to go batshit on me. I seem to have picked this thing long ago, not that I enjoy knowing I’m about to get fired. You can’t say it’s paranoia (though sometimes it is) because there have been many situations where I was freakin’ right on the money… or lack thereof. So there. My prediction is that by the month’s end, I will be let go for God knows what reason.

The feeling was so strong that I actually started entertaining exams and whatnot. Of course, this is actually the perfect time for the company to let me go. I have grown bored with what I’m doing and with the whole homebased set up in general. I want to go back working in a real office. Incidentally, a friend of mine told me she is about to hunt for a job and she would be absolutely delighted if we go hunting together. I’m considering this offer mostly because all my new outfits from HK are now reduced to shitload of dustbunnies I want to search for meaning in my life I miss having a sense of purpose I’m bored. So if things do not go according to plan, I might be reviving my social life and get a job offline at the same time. oh, what fun.

In other news, an old colleague of mine became my neighbor last Tuesday. It’s great because now I do not have to worry about dying in utter boredom when Lent comes rolling in. I could simply drag my ass to the next apartment and just like magic, I have an audience for my world renowned verbal diarrhea.

How awesome is that!?

Hahaha! On a serious note, I couldn’t be happier because I have been bracing myself for a week long of bore that I could not gather enough enthusiasm to do much else. I pretty much think April will be a life-changing month for me. Though there are some uncertainties here and there, I’m sort of looking forward to a couple of things. Hopefully both would turn out great.

Cheers for optimism.

I have been having the worst week. Ever since I came back home for my cousin’s wedding, things have been shitty. First, I was deemed as “unproductive” by my so-called PM. She had the audacity to tell me not to take offense when she said those words. Here’s the situation. I reached my first month with the new client and I was up for a performance review. So far, the boss and the “PM” told me I was doing a good job. Suddenly, PM dear sent word that I was being unproductive. In my years as a writer, this is the first time I was called as such and I was understandably confused because I knew I was doing everything they asked me to. She never gave any explanations, saying that’s what she and the client agreed on.

Now, I’m no fool. I have worked side by side with some of the worst PMs on the face of the planet and let’s say I know exactly how they work.  My suspicion is that she just wanted to up the quota to make herself look good on the client, the same way that good ol’ Sam made the whole Angels work two days non-stop to make himself look good on the client. I got suspicious because I talked to the client way before and he said I was doing an excellent job. Something was very very fishy. So I told her that we agreed on the quota a long time ago and she never said anything about increasing it. Had I known she would do something like that, I never would have taken the job because I am very particular about quotas. Again, she never offered any explanation and it just made me even more suspicious.

I did the only logical thing to do, I talked to the company’s president and boy, oh, boy, he confirmed my suspicions. He said he was very satisfied with my work and that it was the PM’s idea to up the quota because “she feels that 5 articles in 8 hours is not enough”. I voiced out my displeasure over the whole thing and made sure the client knew exactly what I feel. Surprises of all surprises, the company president apologized about the situation and made it clear that I did nothing wrong.

You know, this PM of mine, she must’ve thought I’m the type who stands around for shit like this.She must have thought that I’m the type who just takes everything in with not as much as a peep. Well, I do my research and I will talk to the client to confirm everything she says because clearly, she is feeding me bs and I’m not having it.

I never thought of her as the type who’d do things to impress his boss at other people’s expense. Well, fuck that. I do what is asked of me and I work just as hard as every one else. I will not let someone tarnish my perfectly clean record, not without a helluva bitch fight. I wanted to quit working for them actually and I’m thinking that if I do quit and it’s because of her bs, I will not hesitate to call her out on the boss.

Another thing that made this week extremely challenging (in a bad way) is that I seem to be spending more and more time arguing with members of the family. I try my best to just suck it in and keep a straight face but there are some moments when they give you bullshit. I just hate it. The worst part is that there is nothing I can do about it. During my birthday, I spent the bulk of the day alone and miserable because I had a rift with a certain person and then I held a two-weeks delayed celebration and I had another argument with another member of the family. Seriously, I can’t get a break these days. Can I not have a decent celebration without anyone raining on the whole fucking parade? Instead of actually enjoying the moment with friends, I was marinating in misery. Haaay.

I try to keep the peace and just move on because I pretty much don’t have a choice but some people, they’re just out to ruin everything. It irritates me that I get bothered with these stuff when I don’t have to. I want to think all the bad things that happened last month was behind me now but there are just some people who keeps reminding me all about it every single time.

I just wish they would just leave me alone.

Sending all my love to the Angels XOXO

Me: Fucking palpitations… I think I’m dying.

Girl: Nah.You can still talk.