I could remember the most overused advice I've received from my high school classmates when I asked them to write for my personalised slambook - "Don't ever change 'Duard." But there goes the next sentence - but please stop criticizing people. They're getting inconsistent there.
Being a stubborn piece of brat, I never followed their advice. I've changed a lot and I never stopped criticizing people. Well, I'm still that snobbish, strict-looking guy who walks too fast and I still laugh out very loudly even in public places but there are lots of things that have changed in me and I don't need to enumerate them.
As for my friends, I could hardly see the changes since I feel that we still look young, and that we look younger than our batchmates. Maybe because we're living a clean life - vice-free and all that... or maybe it just runs through the blood... or that birds of the same feather are really the same birds. Whatever it is, we're still noisy individuals who love to have healthy arguments even in the midst of our eating engagements. And whenever we would observe that we have been already talking about people, we immediately shift to another topic, politics or any ideas that is, for we think that small minds talk about people.
Right now, I'm engaged in a conference call for more than hour. I was supposed to transfer the customer to another department but since she got disconnected and I am a nice guy and that, I had to call her and conferenced her to another agent. I can't drop the call because it will lose the three of us and being a lazy butt, I also love this moment. I get the chance to view some blogs, read the news and look at some pictures of my old classmates. There I saw our high school class valedictorian and his girlfriend who was also our third honorable mention. They both graduated in the University of the Philippines - Diliman. The former as Magna Cum Laude for BS Molecular Biology and Biotechnology while the latter with the degree of AB Journalism. The girl now works in a callcenter as a Tier2 technician while the guy as an assistant scientist in Laguna.
Being a fault-finder and that, I can't help but laugh at the way they look. God, he's getting bald on his forehead and he's got a big belly. While the girl is fatter and flatter than before. They're experiencing outward growth of somatic cells and they look older (as expected). I have to shut my mouth now and the call will have to end.
What can I say? All living things change... and grow old... and will die.
Thanks to these darn teammates. Because of their overwhelming talent in absenteeism, we got one of the worst schedules for thee month of July. I have to start my shift at 3:30 in the morning.
As for the cocky L2 technicians, watch out for my painful revenge. Expect a very lengthy and tactless letter of complaint to be sent to the team manager. It's going to be a heavy outpour of my emotions. Good luck!
Side comment: It's a shame that the fucking Manny Pacquiao Movie has great box office return in my hometown, Butuan City. What are you thinking Butuanons? It just goes to show how cheap your tastebuds are.
Being a stubborn piece of brat, I never followed their advice. I've changed a lot and I never stopped criticizing people. Well, I'm still that snobbish, strict-looking guy who walks too fast and I still laugh out very loudly even in public places but there are lots of things that have changed in me and I don't need to enumerate them.
As for my friends, I could hardly see the changes since I feel that we still look young, and that we look younger than our batchmates. Maybe because we're living a clean life - vice-free and all that... or maybe it just runs through the blood... or that birds of the same feather are really the same birds. Whatever it is, we're still noisy individuals who love to have healthy arguments even in the midst of our eating engagements. And whenever we would observe that we have been already talking about people, we immediately shift to another topic, politics or any ideas that is, for we think that small minds talk about people.
Right now, I'm engaged in a conference call for more than hour. I was supposed to transfer the customer to another department but since she got disconnected and I am a nice guy and that, I had to call her and conferenced her to another agent. I can't drop the call because it will lose the three of us and being a lazy butt, I also love this moment. I get the chance to view some blogs, read the news and look at some pictures of my old classmates. There I saw our high school class valedictorian and his girlfriend who was also our third honorable mention. They both graduated in the University of the Philippines - Diliman. The former as Magna Cum Laude for BS Molecular Biology and Biotechnology while the latter with the degree of AB Journalism. The girl now works in a callcenter as a Tier2 technician while the guy as an assistant scientist in Laguna.
Being a fault-finder and that, I can't help but laugh at the way they look. God, he's getting bald on his forehead and he's got a big belly. While the girl is fatter and flatter than before. They're experiencing outward growth of somatic cells and they look older (as expected). I have to shut my mouth now and the call will have to end.
What can I say? All living things change... and grow old... and will die.
Teamwork
I rarely believe in the word "team". As I was growing up, I would never entrust the group's assignment to anybody in the group. My choleric personality would always tell me to do all the things for everybody to make sure that the output would be excellent, else, I'd prefer not to belong to any group at all. I just don't want to blame any person from his mischief/s. I always demand perfection and excellence from me and I want to be responsible of my own actions - nobody to blame me, not even myself, which is something that I love.Thanks to these darn teammates. Because of their overwhelming talent in absenteeism, we got one of the worst schedules for thee month of July. I have to start my shift at 3:30 in the morning.
As for the cocky L2 technicians, watch out for my painful revenge. Expect a very lengthy and tactless letter of complaint to be sent to the team manager. It's going to be a heavy outpour of my emotions. Good luck!
Just an Advice
For the parents, never reprimand your kids if they'll get into trouble. Instead, encourage them to get involved in fistfights, tell them to stop from going to school. Later on, you'll reap the fruits of your labor. Your son will surely become a famous boxer, movie actor, singer, product endorser and a national hero. But be sure that he could also be good enough to relate to the people who could afford cinema tickets or else, the movie of his life story is going to be a flop.Side comment: It's a shame that the fucking Manny Pacquiao Movie has great box office return in my hometown, Butuan City. What are you thinking Butuanons? It just goes to show how cheap your tastebuds are.
With your complaint about teammates like that, I'd rather have a bad call than be with the misfits! Good luck on that! I just hope your TL would listen to your uproar.
ReplyDeleteDon't complain about Manny yet. He's at the pinnacle of his career. Let's just see on July if his life would change if he looses to that Mexican boxer. I bet you a gzillion $, this will be his turning point. If he loose this one, we'll see less of ads. You know showbiz, If you're out you're done for! Just think of the million spent on by ABSCBN on manny's campaign! Wait and see!
Just keep it cool.