Archive for February, 2007
February 26, 2007 at 9:45 pm | Filed under camwhorage, joyful girl
In an effort to fix my life, I took a vow of sobriety, effective Sunday/yesterday. I was supposed to swear off alcohol Saturday, but what kind of a masochistic idiot does that. Besides, we took shots for Mother Nature that night.
Who’s that good-looking guy?! The Katipunan Weather Boy is now 30.
A little bit of me, Super Dude From Marikina, Chatty, and Mother Nature (singing along to Bonnie Tyler’s Total Eclipse of the Heart. Beerhouse classics, c’mown!).
Because I make it a point to look stupid in every photo.
Proof that I’m not a loser who only knows, like, three people.
All right, that’s enough. I’ll be back in the interwebs once Icanaffordtherent.net. I just wanted to show off my beautiful friends that are all MINE MINE MINE and never YOURS YOURS YOURS.
February 20, 2007 at 6:40 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events, joyful girl
Before I start raving about and posting photos from Hed Kandi and the weekend that was, let me rant about Branders.com. This isn’t me talking shit about my previous employer— I am not being bitter here, nor am I making anything up. Fucking office politics.
First, they fucked up my hiring process. And then now, they fuck up my whole employment. I’m not even going to contest it, because it’s seriously not worth it. Sure, they pay well; but I don’t want to be employed by a company whose management’s aim is to hire and fire.
Drew told me from the very beginning: don’t let Rob (the sales director) see me hanging out with him. How unprofessional: letting a person go because she’s friends with someone you’ve been wanting to terminate ever since his immediate boss resigned last year? I, of course, allowed myself to be seen with Drew and his office friends. Why the fuck should I not— they’re my friends, too.
My chud of a sales manager, who by the way is the sales director’s pet (they probably blow each other in the for-disabled washroom because cock botox is still a thing of the future and someone needs to take out the wrinkles in Rob’s dick) got on my case, too, because he is one ugly cocksucker (yes, Simon Cos, you are) with a lazy eye who swaps his Fs and Ps, and is bitter about the fact that nobody likes him. I mean, MY GOD, during my second evaluations, I had to dispute his numbers! What kind of a SALES SUPERVISOR manipulates his rep’s stats? I told him the talktime report (which everyone has access to) showed something else from what he put on my evals report. I checked it with Drew and I was right. So he told me he edited it, and when I asked him what my new grade was, he never told me.
The other managers listened to my calls and gave me good grades. Sure, I didn’t hit the average daily goal, but I wasn’t the only one in my batch.
I told myself I’d be employed by Wednesday. I’ve done nothing yet.
It was another crazy weekend. The booze started flowing at eight in the morning, Saturday, after my shift. A bunch of us went to Cafe Agogo where I ordered a double shot of rhum before crossing the street to buy myself a small bottle of Tanduay at the Ministop. I pretty much got plastered, caught a ride home, bitched to my housemates, and then slept.
Aa was here for the weekend for Hed Kandi. I wasn’t planning on going at all, but Aa and her boyfriend managed to convince me to go with them (it’s really fun to get dressed drunk and go through three outfits while still taking shots). So yeah, when she woke me up at 5pm, we called up her boyfriend and told him to get us a bottle of Tanduay and soda. A friend from work gave us a ride to Sidebar (originally, he was just supposed to pick up a mutual friend there— small world— and then drop us off to Greenbelt, but Sidebar had an open bar). We were pretty much drunk when we got to World Trade. Good times.
We got home at 3am, and I had only been in bed for five minutes when Drew texted me that he and Yero (who just got back from Cebu) were off to the Meatshop and do I want to come with? Of course.
Sunday, wake up, drink, sleep. Wake up, drink, go home, drink. WHAT IS THIS LIFE.
I’ve got over 9k in monthly bills to pay, and I’m quickly running out of cash (must finish eTelecare exit clearance and get last two paychecks + backpay), but 2k is a small price to pay fo alcohol-induced happiness.
I’m quickly turning into the fat chick in miniskirts.
Photos.
Anna, Allah, and Aa
Anna for Tanduay Rhum. Rhum on the rock!!!1111z
Aa and I are two happy bunnies.
Yay, non-blurry in-motion photo!
Shhh is the new Zoolander.
I have no idea where Tasyo was when he took this photo from that angle.
Twenty-year old kid who picked me up.
Tasyo only had two photos of himself the whole weekend!
Drunk.
Good morning, let’s drink.
Do you love it?
Brian, Chatty, Archie, Drew, and Allah.
Pre-lude to drunkenness: normal faces.
Don’t tell my mom I’m here!
State of the Kitchen Address.
Our lounge area. It’s clean and organized now, I swear!
I love how Allah and Drew are in the photos, too :D
This is pretty much how I felt this weekend:
February 17, 2007 at 1:52 am | Filed under a waste of human capital, bitchin' a ride
So I am without a job. This is kinda funny. Last month, I got my first eviction notice. This month, I got my first “You are terminated!!!!111″ talk. Teh universe doesn’t wuf me anymore. Anyway. Management doesn’t think I’m right for this company because my work habits include this: websurfing, Y!M-ing and making less than 80 calls a day. Except for the last part, I didn’t really do anything wrong.
It’s fine, really. I have so many options now, I don’t know where to apply next. I can’t afford to take a break because MY MONTHLY BILLS ONLY AMOUNT TO 9.3K A MONTH, ya know?
Let’s consider my options.
Option #1: Gamepal. Where my housemate works. Chat support for gamers. 16k net.
Option #2: ICT. Outbound sales, credit cards. 15k basic, 2.5k allowance, 20 percent night differential, easy commissions. Murderous hours.
Option #3: People Support. Customer service for expedia.com. My former co-worker asked for 20k, they gave him 20k. It’s located in Makati :hmph:
Option #4: Coastal. Inbound sales, training materials. 22k starting, plus commissions. Standard income per month, including spiffs, is around 24-25k for new hires.
If you feel sorry for me, STOPRIGHTTHERE. My bootcamp batchmate actually gave me a cookie!
I’m taking a graceful exit. I disputed my manager’s evaluation stats because he was SO WRONG, and he never showed me my new score even though I asked him for it. Drew tells me to do something about it before I leave, but I don’t know. I’m going to Starbucks in a while. I’m still thinking if I should wait out the whole shift and get paid for the day, or go home and drink BECAUSE IT’S A FRIDAY NIGHT, YEAH? The other guy who didn’t make it went home already. Dude was sexually harrassing his seatmate, what was he thinking?!
By the way. We’ve moved into the new condo. I’m such a rockstar today. Fourth time I’m wearing the same pair of jeans this week because I can’t find my clothes. I need to look at these directory submissions, too.
WANT A NEW LIFE? YOU CAN BID FOR ONE!
February 9, 2007 at 6:56 am | Filed under ditz drivel
I have this theory that the reason why I’m so dependent on men is because I am constantly bored and my idea of spicing up my day is creating drama. Sometimes, it occurs to me that I would be better off making a living writing trashy romance novels instead of being a sales account manager (who is still looking for an account to manage).
So anyway, this day’s Mistake #1 is telling Jerry West from the office (who says my entries are too long???) that I have a blog/website. Mistake #2 was actually giving him the URL. Mistake #3 was getting rid of the Ditz Revolution jump page (quick, click on it and see what happens). I’ve always had this notion that blogidiots won’t find their way to this blog from the main page (even though the link is right there). Crazy idea, I know.
Honestly, I don’t know what to do with this domain. SO LET’S DELETE IT!!!
In all seriosity, I am being serious. Nah. I’ve gotten rid of the Anthem subdomain because I can’t be bothered to update it. I don’t even update Shelved anymore, but I’m still keeping that because I can’t install Media Shelf on my own lolol.
I’ve also deleted the Blogcast page because it’s pretty useless. And then out of boredom, I sort of re-vamped my bio.
I need a hobby.
My obsession of the moment would be Laurel Burch merchandise. I would split my body in two and dance to the Macarena while wearing this to have a credit card right now or a means of transacting on ebay worldwide because these things are just too lovely:
Yeah, wrong photo.
And so far, this is all I have :( :
It’s almost the weekend, what’s up!
February 2, 2007 at 6:02 am | Filed under camwhorage, ditz drivel
In yar face.
Okay, I’m tired and my legs are freezing and I only have 61 calls. Nineteen more to go, less than an hour left. Plus, a bunch of e-mails to send out. ARGHARGH, this whole The Internet Is Allowed thing is very distracting.
Bakla ba boss mo? Oo naman!
I think I’m gonna break things off with Chuchubells. But I don’t know. There’s something verrry adorable about the guy, even though the Y!M smiley that best describes his face is this:
And I still don’t have a place to live.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 24. 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. 
