quotable quotes

"hindi nyo pwede kainin yan, first class yan eh" (comp owner's personal driver) - anong akala mo sa amin, di kumakain ng first class na bigas?! feeling mo ah!

"sino ka ba at sino ako sa opisinang ito?" - ang taray. ning, umayos ka ah. ang taas ng ere mo ah. buti na lang hindi mo sa akin sinabi yan.

"pwes, di ka pwedeng magbandana sa opisina KO." - opisina mo?! inangkin mo na lahat ah. o edi sige, sa 'yo na. hindi ko naman inaangkin eh.

"ayan si claudette oh." - makaturo ah. boss ba kita?! umayos ka ah. ikaw kaya gumawa. wala sa job description ko yan. PHARMACIST ako hindi encoder. ikaw, ano ka ba? glorified tindero. pfft. hirit pa ng hirit, pikon naman.

"astig sa bandana ah. tara, bili tayo sa philcoa nyan." - inggit ka?! gaya ka. insecure. hrmf.

"bilib ako sa lakas ng loob mo eh." - ano ba? ma-insecure ba sa suot ko?! at least alam kong bagay sa akin. inggit ka dahil di mo masuot mga sinusuot kong damit nuh?! kawawa ka naman.


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work place bloopers

"pick up the guard on-duty" - written on a box of meds to be picked up by the medrep FROM the guard on-duty.

"samaploc, manila"

"mother ignaciO st., quezon city"

"aliw-Ew street" - supposed to be "aliw-Iw"

"sir, anong ginagawa nyo dyan ni kuya ian sa loob?" - me, when i opened the door of the stockroom and saw the owner of the comp and my senior inside. they DONT usually close the door.

me: "kuya, kelan ang wash day natin?"
him: "ikaw, depende sa 'yo kung kelan mo gusto maglaba. kung gusto mo ngaun na. ako kse every other day eh."


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shallow

no more

GOOD NEWS: i found myself a J O B.

uh-huh, you heard that right. i'm a bum no more.

"uh-huh... uh-huh... oh yeah... oh yeah..."

*does the CLAUDE BOOTY DANCE*

been workin' for two weeks. doesn't pay much but it's all good. well, for now at least.

one week into the "real world" and i've received my first salary. and bein' the good daughter that i've always been, i gave it to the 'rents. i divided it into three actually. i gave a third of it to nanay. can't wait til next week cuz it's gonna be pay day again. and this time, the moolah's all mine! bwahahaha! uh...ooooo...k.

and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why i haven't been able to go online for the last 10 million years.... oh ok. im exaggerating. but it sure felt that long.

hmmmn... what can i say about my new job.... it's ok. it's not great, not even good, it's just..... OK. doesn't pay shitloads of moolah like i've always pictured myself earning, but it's all good.

i have my own table. TABLE = OWN SPACE which is always a good thing. i share the room with my senior though. again, it's all good. it's only the two of us up there anyways. it's a loft actually so i could hear whatever everybody's saying downstairs. nobody's allowed up there but us. i have KEYS. for the drawers, the stockroom. again, nobody but us have those keys. KEYS are always good.

i usually go to the office in my shirt and flipflops. *uber fun!* but i change into "business casual" ones once i get there. but sometimes, i tend to forget to change into my formal shoes. nobody would see me anyways so there's no point changin' right?

my ecclectic wardrobe seemed to irate a few insecure work people. not like i really care. fridays and saturdays are "wash days" so im supposedly could wear whatever the hell i want. but since there are alot of insecure people i try (TRY bein the operative word) to dress down a lil bit. but even the lil things seem to piss em off. now, that, i can do nuthin' about. and again, not like i really care.

i do an 8am-5pm job, which is a sucky, sucky, sucky place to be in. but since it's payin' me real moolah, it'll do for the meantime.

and oh, i just remembered. im tryin' to spruce up my space... ya know, make it a lil "claude-friendly"... so if you have any suggestions, please leave me a line on my message board.

toxic. every damn day. and to make things more sucky, i still hafta work on my senior's backlogs. backlogs kill me. but i've no choice but to do them. not that i really have a problem with that. backlogs just kill me. other than that, it's all good.

i have a "last 20 sane minutes of the day," which is that 20-lackdaisical-minute- walk from where i get down (i take public transpo) to the office. i could take a tricycle but i choose not to. beside that walks doin' shitloads for me. i get to contemplate. i get to psyche myself up. i get to prepare myself for the shit that's gonna fill up my day. i get to relax. and i get to exercise all at the same time. that's one of the reasons why i wear a shirt and flipflops to work. i dont wanna smell like crap when i get there. my "vanity kit" consists of rubbing alcohol, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, spoon and fork (shiyeah.), tissue, and girly stuff. i leave 'em at the office, locked up in my drawer (who the hell got my freakin' lotion?!?! give it back. it's cheap.i still want it back.)

well, so far, so good. nuthin' i couldn't deal with.

so, there. that's the ballpark of my life for the past few weeks.


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toxic, sleep deprived, but fun still.