It’s the unexpected little things that will always make me happy. That, I realized yesterday early evening when I went to our building’s Starbucks (as I always do, when I have a few minutes to spare) to get my pre-shift caffeine fix. A few feet away from the counter, my barista crush looks up, flashes his very D-like braces at my direction and greets me with a “Hi, Helga.” I smile back, throw my money down and give my order. “Starting work?” Small talk, I love small talk. “Here’s your drink, Helga, see you again later,” as I leave.
Nevermind that he still spells my name as Helda.
Also, things like getting a Phase IV right on the first try (you are not Sabre-trained, you are not a travel agent— so yes, what the what is a Phase IV, right. Take my word for it: it’s complicated shit). Victory! Pwned!
And the way my direct supervisor calls all the girls in my batch “sweetheart” (I wonder what he calls the boys, then) and when he says “rock and roll” or “I’m ready to rock, are you ready to roll?” or “is that going to rock? Cos let’s roll” when I’m just about to make like a te-te-terrorist and wreak havoc on all flights from today until June 18. Of next year. Said supervisor also has very D-like braces, but then I think I think all men with braces have mouths that look like D‘s.
I’m starting to answer to the name Heather. In real life. I’m not sure how I feel about this.
Today was a horrible day at work. And I survived. But just barely.
Michael: Angel bailed me out.
James: Angel?
Michael: Well, actually, Angel bailed you out.
James: Me?
Michael: Yeah, I told the police I was you.
[James gawks in disbelief]
Michael: Oh James, it’s just all in fun. And after I told them you had AIDS, they gave me my own room with a VCR and ice cream!
James: Michael, I don’t even like you! I have never liked you!-Party Monster
Yeah, that’s basically today’s emotions.
Hi, I'm Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 25 and in the process of learning how to make adventurous life choices. I dislike old people but I love grandma clothes. My goal in life is to build a ball pit right next to my bed. Currently searching for the perfect house coat. My lover is the greatest. 
Oh. You work at Cybergate? (like Cybergate’s the only building with starbucks lololol)
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April 27th, 2007 at 8:38 am
Haha, PeopleSupport :)
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ako nga eh. di nagsalita ng 8 hours sa work eh. nasa isang room lang ako na sobrang malamig tapos nag-aaral ng steno. grrr. absent ung ka partner ko sa training. may mumps siya. grrrr.
pero ung bakla naming TL tinatawagan naman ako sa telepono.
OO. bakla din siya. Name niya ay Randy.
Hekhekhek.
OI. YOU DID NOT TELL ME “D” WEARS BRACES TOOO!
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April 27th, 2007 at 9:00 am
Where do you work ba kasi!
Haha, D used to wear braces. He had them taken off a few weeks after we ended, I think. Basta during eTel’s White Heat/Christmas party, he didn’t have braces na DAW, and we ended, like, November.
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if i were you i’d be PISSED the f*** off if someone called me ‘Lois’(Loo – iss) instead of Louise, (Loo – eez) at my work place. It’s happened already and I hate it.
But don’t let it get to you…
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April 27th, 2007 at 4:50 pm
Haha, no, Heather is my phone name and people at work insist on calling me that. Heather Weber, they say. Bah. I like my real name.
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men with braces whose names start with the letter D are dangerous men.
sexy, witty, dangerous men. who are really good in bed.
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I actually think that men with braces are nice to kiss at. But in here it is weird coz they find guys or people with braces above 20 as nerds. So they always wear braces when they are a bit younger.
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I haven’t had Starbucks in 4 months. The hell.
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