23:57: recharging...

i called in sick today. this morning, the mexican trainer kept saying that i didn't look too good and insisted that i stop for a break. i felt fine, finishing the assesment quickly and going around the room to help others. but when i got home i was completely drained. getting out of bed this afternoon was a battle between will and pain. at around 6:30, i gave up and sent my trainer a message, saying lack of sleep has caught up with me and that i couldn't make it.

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07:18: our first time on the floor this morning. i didn't even get to listen in on a full call. the call i jacked into was a billing concern and was even in fraud status because the woman's phone had been cloned. what a nightmare! both caller and specialist were calm, though. i wonder how they resolved that?

freaky thing. across from the station i was at, sumo was chatting with her teammate. i tried to get her attention, but she didn't see me. bulag talaga yun! a few minutes later, she saw me and said hi. the next thing i know, some girl i didn't know and hadn't even been introduced to or anything was asking if i could set her up on a date with my brother.

could you hand me that barf bag, please? thank you.
then i had a bunch of other people, including their supervisor, asking me questions.
bugger. hate it when that happens.

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07:34: i checked that site and was overjoyed to find that he was no longer in the front page of my friends list. hooray for new friends! i was in such a friendly mood, that i sent someone a message, asking if i could add her to my list. understand that this is someone i know and respect, but would never ever have considered inviting or anything. now we're friendsters.

it usually takes about 6 bottles of whapakk for me to do something stupid like this. but, hell, i'm just too happy.

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06:39: eca, hsa, lca, csa, esn, mdn, msid, min, wlnp, ld, vm, vc, erp, prl, 2g, 3g, yadda yadda yadda... acronyms i have to learn but should never use. aaarrrrrgh!

but hey, i got my training allowance today. i'm not complaining. yet.

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05:01: we had dinner at khali's for mom's birthday. food was good! a rather odd combination of things, but kizzi's salad is strange enough to bridge everything together.
i finally got to see my new hijada. she looks like her mom. awful cute! we're baptizing her next sunday.

i'm not looking forward to the coming weeks at training. things are gonna change, i can feel it. i've been warned by three different people on three separate occasions. now i've had a glimpse of it, first hand. oh, well... at least we had one week with a cool trainer.


before i forget... gmail, anyone?
i've got a few invites. leave a coffee ring if you want an account.

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06:13: sinasabi ko na nga ba, eh. everytime i don't get to see a real madrid game live, they lose. every single time!

stupid night shift.

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14:00: it's funny when you think about it. david beckham's earnings from endorsements and such is twice the annual budget of team numancia. zinedine zidane's transfer fee is about the same as the cumulative salary of the entire numancia squad.

you have to empathize with all these spanish goalkeepers. i'd be scared shitless if every two minutes, i'd have to block strikes and headers from zidane, beckham, ronaldo and raul. not to mention michael owen and morientes, who haven't seen as much playing time. still, the league's goalies are doing well. that aouete guy was brilliant in madrid's first game. nunez managed to shut down all but one free kick at madrid's home grounds.

i still say real madrid needs more defenders, but with a great bench this season, they'll do fine. barcelona just might kick their arses, though. this ought to be a good season in la liga.

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00:11: i think of the first. i think of the last. i think of everything else in between. i think of what i'd do the next time around. i think of what i'd like to happen that isn't likely to happen. i think you'd call me crazy.

i need a suitable substitute. chubstitute. (off-tangent)

(and while we're on that tangent...) call center life has me longing for music. i find myself breaking into song every few minutes. i think i'm on baby detox. lss. last show syndrome. hahaha! must get music fix.

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00:40: i traded in a cool trainer, longer sleeping hours, less traffic hassle, night differential, and even possibly disc games and training. all because being in the morning shift means getting a better chance of being with you.

ulan was right. i am silly.

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13:15: it hit me at about 6 am this morning. half asleep, i thought to myself, "oh, yay, it's monday. i get to rest." then i got an image of the stage stripped bare and i remembered that we just closed.
gaaad, what am i gonna do all day? oh, yeah. there's that call center thing tonight. i'll need shoes for that. off to shop!

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01:08: only four shows left! ordinarily, i'd be a little sad. but with 6 days and 7 shows a week, we're starting to get sick of each other. hehehe. and with only half the regular crew around, it's only half as fun, really. no card games with ridiculous consequences or musical soundtracks from bali boy's collection. nothing to do before shows except bug the young alabangers. who am i kidding? yeah, i'm gonna miss doing this show. there are too many crazy characters running around the theater for this not to be fun.

what a contrast... from closing night strike and the cast party on sunday to my first day at the call center on monday. eugh.

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12:42: i've learned that when you've been raised as a member of a big family, you tend to get a little selfish once you're on your own. been feeling that a lot lately. from myself and others. but this just set me off.

i went dvd shopping yesterday, but this dvd player we keep in the living room won't play any of my discs. my brother keeps another dvd player in his room, one that isn't as picky as the other player. but he refuses to lend me his player (because he's doing an x-files marathon, which he can do on any damn player anyway) and i can't find out if any of my new discs work so i can return them for a replacement or a refund.

it just doesn't make any sense. if he keeps his dvd player in the living room, everyone ends up happy, because everyone watches in there, anyway. he does, his wife does, his kid does, my mom does. whereas if he keeps the player in his room, the only ones who can use it are --- right. of course.

so what is this really about, lifey?
i've been pushed out of the nucleus. i feel like an outsider in my own home. sigh.
solution?
until i can move out of here, let's play the selfish game. i'll buy my own damn player. fick it.

ok, bratty rant done.

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