Archive for June, 2006
June 29, 2006 at 9:51 am | Filed under technicolor lover
D has a basketball game this Sunday (our call center versus another call center) and I want to watch.
Except his girlfriend’s probably gonna be there.
(AND OMG, I WAS TYPING THIS AND HE POPPED OUT FROM BEHIND ME TO KISS ME GOOD-BYE COS I’M ABOUT TO LOG OFF AND HE’S ABOUT TO HEAD TO THE LOUNGE FOR A NAP, OMG. I JUST ABOUT COVERED THE SCREEN WITH MY HAND, BUT HE SAW IT AND HE’S LIKE “THERE YOU GO AGAIN, WHO’S THAT WHAT’S THAT.” And then he flashes me the cuuuuutest smile.)
What’s a girl to do but ask for another kiss? ;)<3
June 27, 2006 at 8:52 am | Filed under joyful girl, technicolor lover
Three things D and I fought about this weekend:
o1. Surfer Boy back in the country.
o2. My wearing a bikini during the Titan BEACH trip.
o3. My going off to the beach at night with a (male) co-worker.
It gets frustrating. But we’re okay now! <3 We've reached an understanding. I told him he was being unfair, that we didn't have a commitment, that he has a gilfriend, and that I'm gonna end up the loser with our set-up (I had to muster enough courage to say that because I'm sad like that. So. Thanks, Kurant and Schlagger!). He replied, saying that from the very start, he's been honest with his situation (well, duh) and that he spends time with me whenever he can, and that he always makes sure that I feel taken care of when we're together. “Right?”
Had I been using my brain that night, I would’ve replied with a “Well, that’s not enough.” But anyway.
It was a serious fight, yo. We were ignoring each other, communicating only with our phones. Well, more like he was the one ignoring me. He wouldn’t even answer my calls or look at me, even though I was justrightinfrontofhim.
So there I was, sitting on a pool recliner IN THE RAIN and ranting to two of my team mates over alcohol. D was in the pool having a grrrand time which pissed me off the more. After emptying the bottles of alcohol, I jumped into the pool and forced him to be nice to me.
We make up and I physically latch on to him for the remainder of the night :D. Everyone was looking at us (surprise surprise) cos I was on his back and we’d hug and I’d sneak in a kiss on his cheek every now and then. Of course, the perpetual (very showbiz) excuse: “We’re close friends, and Helga’s really affectionate like that”, since his friends were asking why he didn’t take advantage of me :P
So we’re both very jealous people, except I lose since he has a girlfriend. Sooo. I can’t date or sleep with other guys. So. Umm. It’s the No Dating rule that I’m iffy about since Surfer Boy’s back and he asked me out for drinks last Friday night.
Yes, I’m aware I’m being disgustingly foolish. :)
June 23, 2006 at 9:22 am | Filed under a waste of human capital
You are 21 years old without a college degree, juggling school and work, and trying to rescue what’s been left over from your teenage heydays (read: oh social life, where have you gone?); you’re sitting on the steps outside the Starbucks behind your office building— you and your immediate supervisor and your coffee and your cigarettes and you talk about college and people you both know and vacations you took and what you hope for for the future. NYC. Europe. Putting up a bed and breakfast. Fucking graduating.
Eventually, the conversation turns to work; this is, after all, supposed to be a coaching session. After the obligatory “so how do you like the program?” question (to which you answer with a little two thumbs-up! dance), your supervisor praises your performance: “I’m so thankful to get decent quick-thinking Wave 16 agents!” Uh-oh, you brace yourself for the inevitable: the constructive criticism that usually follows. Points for improvement, ya know?
But there are none. Instead, she asks you: “Do you plan on becoming a TL (team leader)?”
You fumble with your answer. You manage a “Yeah, I hope so!”
Way to go, Direction, Assetiveness, and Confidence!
What your supervisor says next surprises you: “We can groom you to be one. You have the potential.”
You raise your eyebrows, cock your head to the side, and shrug. You giggle, of course. You always giggle. Normal non-work conversation resumes, but for a few minutes, your mind is on something else. You pull up your mental list of “what I want to be when I grow up“.
Taylor Hanson’s wife- Philippine ambassador to SOMEWHERE
- Ambassadress to SOMEONE
- work for the UN (UNDP/UNESCO/UNV)
- work for the WWF-Philippines
- trophy wife
Customer service associate? Not there. Team officer in charge? Not there, either.
Sometimes, I have to remind myself that this isn’t a career. It’s just a job. JUST. A. JOB.
June 21, 2006 at 7:00 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, ditz drivel
So my shift manager has my yearbook photo up on his workstation. According to him, I am his “new inspiration”.
Helga: How did you get that???
Ken: I stole it from D. He was showing it off and I just grabbed it.
The hilarity.
Of course, D’s giving me the hardest time about this again. Le sigh. :blank:
June 18, 2006 at 9:26 pm | Filed under breaking up the girl, technicolor lover
I’m hurt. A few minutes ago, I was really really pissed off, but now I realize that I’m just really.. hurt. :blank:
Last night, I woke up around 10pm and automatically reached for my phone to check for messages. I had several, including a missed call from Ely. None from D, but I did have one from our boss asking me what I was up to. I texted him back to say that I had just woken up. It was a Saturday night, I had nothing to do, and D was probably out with his girlfriend; so I ask Polyap if they had a gig in the QC area. They did. My boss and I were still texting each other and I told him I was planning on heading to Capone’s to catch Up Dharma Down. He said he was a big fan of the band and asked if I needed company. Sure, why not, right?
Originally, we were planning on meeting in Makati (he’s from Alabang, I’m from Katipunan) but since it always takes me two lifetimes to get dressed, he ended up picking me up at my Starbucks.
We make our way to Capone’s— two call center people enjoying a Saturday night out, nevermind that he’s my boss, ya know? And because I had gotten used to giving D updates on my whereabouts (I just got home / I’m here at work / etc) and such (I just woke up / I’m off to eat / I’m smoking with Allah and Anna in the hallway / etc), I told him I was at Capone’s with our boss.
Take note: D hasn’t texted me the whooole night.
So I send him that message and he replies: so that’s why I haven’t been texting him, he doesn’t like the idea, “grabe na yan”, and was it just the two of us? A few messages more and he tells me to go outside.
I didn’t immediately meet D outside— I was racking my brain for a good excuse to give my boss on why I needed to step out for a few minutes. At the same time, I was still texting and reasoning with D AND trying to enjoy the band. All the while, I was mentally bonking my head with my beer bottle and glass of vodka: HOW THE FUCK DID I GET MYSELF IN THIS SITUATION???
D is convinced that our boss likes me. And maybe he does, but sofuckingwhat. I may have been stupid enough to get myself involved with someone who has a girlfriend, but I’m smart enough to know NOT to cross the line and get too friendly with the boss. DUH. :annoyed:
I finally told L (aka boss) that I needed to say hi to a friend who was outside. I speed out of Capone’s and found D’s parked car. I get in and we have what you can call a “fight”. Basically, D was all “he’s your boss! I told you! I told you! He’s your boss! And then you’re gonna get drunk! He’s your boss!” and I was all “It’s nothing! It’s NOT a date! And I’m not gonna get drunk! Are you mad? OMG, why are you mad!” His hands were on the wheel and he was inching the car out of parking as if he was going to drive off WITH ME STILL IN THE CAR.
I gave notice to his new haircut, told him I had to go back in and moved in to kiss him good-bye on the cheek. He tilted his head and my kiss landed on his lips:
D: See, you smell of beer already!
Helga: I’ve only had one! (JESUS!)
And until just a few minutes ago, he’s ignored me the whole day. I had sent him a message when we were leaving Capone’s, another when I got home to the condo, and another when I woke up. NO REPLY. I tried calling his phone. NOTHING. Basically, the whole day, this has been my wail of woe:
YOU’RE ALREADY KEEPING ME A SECRET, DON’T YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME!
It’s so unfair. We’re texting each other now and he’s giving me such a fucking hard time. So what if L brought me back home to MY condo— it was 4 in the morning, what, he’d rather I took a cab on my own??? And it’s not like he went up to my unit. So what if L knows where I live now? Is he a stalker? NO. Is he a serial killer? NO. Is he a rapist? NO.
Even the fact that I’m home in Antipolo is an issue! Why am I home when he knows I have other plans? BECAUSE I FELT LIKE GOING HOME? And am I absofuckinglutely sure I don’t have plans tonight? NO NO NO how many times do I have to say NO NO NO. I feel like I’m conversing with a four-year old with the memory span of a goldfish.
Allah sums it up perfectly: Walang lugian!
NOW I’M PISSED AGAIN. :mad::mad::mad:
And hurt. Very hurt. :(
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
