STILL UNEMPLOYED. SIRAAN NG BUHAY PORTION.
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:
And the most surprising thing happened today: three times, the same number was calling my mobile this morning and I ignored the calls because I thought it was Fitness First calling again. I missed the fourth call by a few seconds, and whoever it was finally texted, asking if my number was my dad’s number. I replied saying “This is his daughter. May I know who this is?” Shocker of shockers, it was my half-sister’s mom.
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. 
