AND WE’RE OUT.

January 27, 2007 at 6:24 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride

So I’ve been out of the country. But that’s just wishful thinking; work has me down on my knees begging please please please. The new job is fun (so far), and I find it quite amusing that I’m finally out of the call center industry. Sort of. I’m purely in sales now, but still working the night shift because that’s just how the Third World life is.

Let’s talk about work some other time, since I’d rather rant; and so far everything’s going well in that aspect of my life.

I will be without a place to stay come the 26th of February. No, the people I live with did not vote me off the island. Our landlady has. We all received our first eviction notice the other day. Apparently, they “cannot continue on with our tenure on a monthly basis”. For those few idiots out there, that means we are not under contract. The thing is, we ARE supposed to have a contract– we’ve been waiting for those papers since the day we moved in last October 26. Our landlady promised she’d hand us the contract November 1st, since the existing unit’s contract was written in a family context. That never happened.

This royally sucks. We’re supposed to be good for at least a year’s stay here. Without that contract, we’re fucked. I was planning on going househunting with my two cousins next month for a place to house five people (my cousins, Anna, Allah, and I) since our landlady implied a few days ago that she wants us out by March (when Q leaves). That worked sorta perfectly, giving us enough time to pool money together for the deposit and rent advance.

If anything, on our way to the grocery the other night, Allah and I spotted an “apartment for rent” sign just a few houses down the street from our place. Allah was supposed to give the lady a call and she didn’t. I think. ARGH, I DON’T KNOW. We’re crossing our fingers the place is nice (three bedrooms, preferrably) AND affordable. We’re currently paying 4,400 pesos each a month, and I’m willing to up my budget to 5k or 5.5k. After all, I’m now earning more than I did with my previous job.

I have a new email address: heweber@REMOVEMEbranders.com. But don’t send me mail there, it’s strictly for client correspondence. I am no longer an employee number. I just don’t get why there’s an ‘e’ there; a ‘g’ or ‘p’ would’ve been more appropriate. It took the IT guy two tries to figure out why he couldn’t set up an email account for me under ‘hweber’.

Karma will bite our landlady in the ass, I swear. She sent us an SMS asking us to set up a meeting with her to discuss our deposit, concerns, light fixtures, bills etc. since we all have different schedules. Whatever, maybe the next tenants’s going to be a family of pedophiles who will spend 24/7 ogling at the pre-school kids.

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NY 2007 PHOTOS.

January 7, 2007 at 7:14 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl

Crap quality, but it was the most we could do.

So I got plastered pretty early.

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NEWSFLASH.

January 5, 2007 at 8:26 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, ditz drivel

Hey kids. I resigned yesterday and I’ll be using up my remaining leave credits in such a way that the next time I have to deal with these tediously stupid Caucasians and African-Americans (no offense meant, we all know how much I love Taylor Hanson and Warrick Brown. And Melanie B. It’s just that when you’re tired and hungry and some fuck up calls in and wastes your time by hanging up as soon as you ask for their credit card information— it tries my patience) will be on the 19th. My last day with this godforsaken company.

That means I don’t know when I’ll be on-line next. Or what Mesothelioma lawyers are for.

Tell me: what great sin have I committed to deserve two mentally-retarded probably-a-year-or-two-older-than-me girls singing Barny’s I Love You You Love Me song a few feet behind me?

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THE 2007 GAME PLAN.

January 3, 2007 at 1:50 am | Filed under ditz drivel

Let it be known that I thought long and hard about my purpose/s, resolution/s, and goal/s for this new year, making sure that all are achievable and that I will not resort to killing babies JUST BECAUSE.

So. First, a quick review of the year that was. 2006 was generally awesome. Two and a half heartbreaks, I am now invincible and still single lololol. Now that that’s out of the way, on to what I am totally jonesing for for 2007. Heartage for maximum optimism.

<3 Stop being such a fattie and stay 105 pounds for at least three consecutive months. Fourth month, I should be 104 mooharharhar. I will curb my hunger by taking a shower and reading How To Be A Happy Teenager (as suggested by Clem. But not to suppress my appetite, but what the hell).

<3 Start saving money. Do not take out whole salary every payday to leave stash of cash to stagnate in closet. Do not keep salary in iBank account. Hand money to mother so she can deposit it into my Metrobank account where it can earn interest. Also, do not pay rent; that way, I will always be 4,400 pesos richer than my would-be ex-housemates come the 30th of every month.

<3 Stop itching for drama. So not happening. Unfortunately.

<3 Get inked. This year, I will finally get that mermaid tattoo I’ve been wanting since March 2006. PROMISE.

<3 Learn to control anger. Will not mutter “get the fuck out of my way, you stupid bitch” at the random lady standing in front of me at the 7-11 line. Will not think that homosexuals with popped collars and girly voices and lime green sneakers need to be kicked in the nuts with the heel of my shoe. Will stop cursing at the PBCom elevators for being such a stupid software screw up.

<3 Get married. Oh yes, this year, I will con some filthy rich himbo into marriage. Future husband must be loaded, as he will be shouldering annulment costs. He must also be as cute or cuter than a Chihuahua puppy or a Siamese kitten. Immediate termination (I mean ANNULMENT) if future husband starts showing any semblance to a full-grown Chihuahua dog or full-grown Siamese cat. Must be secretly gay or bi-sexual (grounds for annulment). Must be fucking great in bed.

(I’m serious, people. I want to be married, but only until December 31, 2007 because in 2008, Mark Herras will be my boyfriend. I want my name to have that hyphen. Weber-MILBY. Shit, that sounds so wrong on way too many levels. And I doubt he’s great in bed.)

<3 Take more photos. Which reminds me: have Powershot repaired, DAMN IT.

<3 Go on more vacations. Get out of this blasted city more often. Do not pick up mobile numbers of stray post-adolescent boys while at it.

<3 Quit with the drunken drama. When drunk, hand mobile phone to someone else to hide. Do not start fights with ex-lover/s.

<3 Pick up a hobby. Note to self: collecting lovers is not considered one.

<3 Learn how to let things go. Differentiate which battles are worth fighting, and which ones deserve just a quick chain-smoking sesh before finally giving it a rest. Chikaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

And finally:

<3 Have more faith in myself. Stop selling myself short. I am, after all, God. But only to some people. And that’s still pretty significant. I think.

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