I'm stilll, alive..

After being buried six feet under for so long, I finally managed to dig my way out. There's were a lot of things that happened during the weeks that I did not blog...that includes my ups and downs during my training with infonxx. Hard, but my sweat ang blood worked out. We're UK batch 101, team 103. Struggling to be adopted by great TL's and pass every QA from our monitored calls. Controlling ourselves from drinking too much cold water, as we are protecting our "golden" voices. 500-800 calls a day, assisting customers from business and residential listings to cinema and train times.

There's a lot we've been through but luckily, we survived...including me of course 

After a week of being an extendee, here I am. A probi CSR. Haha. I really have to thank God for that. Thankkful that I have another job. OMG.

Well, til here. I really really really will try my best to blog, if not every day, every other day.

Updated. Thank God.

Finally, someone let me out of my cage!

And no...it's not the Gorillaz song. After weeks of being trapped inside our own house, I finally managed to get out. I finally enhaled some Carbon Monoxide and Dioxide from buses and jeeps. I am again, running in and out of Makati's concrete jungle. I have to admit, no matter how much I appreciate the beauty of nature, the concrete jungle is still my natural habitat. I stay bored in the house if I stay there for a long time. Leona and I spent our birthday in our house (last September 10), kinda penniless but...we finally managed to buy some party food and invited some children along. (will try to post the pics someday)

After weeks and weeks of waiting, I am finally training for my new job. It's kinda hard, especially the elocution training. The company that I am working in right now caters for both US and UK, unfotunately, I now work for the UK market...I have to neutralise my accent. No mo R's. Hahaha. It's just the first week of training, and there are still a lot of things to work on. Not only do I have to work on my British accent, but I also have to learn the shortcodes of each Britsih towns. In London, Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland. I have to admit that I find it quite difficult. Memorizing stuff is not my cup of tea (or coffee). Back when I was still studying, I rarely study and sometimes, I don't study at all. Maybe I have to drink a lot of Glutaphos whenever I memorize something.

The environment is nice in my new company. We occupy 3 floors in the RCBC Plaza Tower 2. 11, 12 and 14. (it's up to you to find out what company occupies the mentioned floors. haha) It's quite small for a call center, but the office is nice. There's free coffee, a clean pantry, clean restrooms, well-lit, small stations, new computers (but an old Avaya model for their callmasters, the one we call "bobo box" in PeopleSupport), big training rooms, friendly trainers, HR staff and TL's, and your usual call center. We are strictly not allowed to speak vernacular in the Training Room, on the ops floor, on the hallway and even in the loo! (comfort room). We are only allowed to speak vernacular in the pantry and the locker area. We are to wear business attire every Monday-Thursday (something that I am still getting used to) and on Friday to Sunday, we can wear pants, shirts and rubber shoes. We have one British trainer...to understand the British market more. He's friendly, along with his Harry Potter-ish accent, that some of us find quite amusing and difficult to understand at the same time. There are some areas in Britain that are hard to spell, and has a different pronunciation than the actual spelling of the word...kinda weird. My batchmates are friendly too, though I've only known them for a week, there's still a lot of time to find out who's the bitches and bastards from the gang. So far, they're quite a OK.

Hmmmm...there's still 4 more weeks of training to go. A lot more to tackle and a lot more tongue-twisting to do. I have to polish my listening skills more, and get used to the different British accent particularly, the Glasgow accent. (Glasgow is pronounced as Glahrs-gow by the way).

More to come.

PS

I so missed blogging.  

It's been days since my last blog.

I'm not able to go oustide, face the damned computer, or even do other stupid stuff. All I do is look for Leona, sleep, eat and then watch a little television. I also walk every morning...to get these damned cobwebs off of my system.

It feels weird to be imprisoned at home. Yes, it feels good to spend a longer time with my daughter, but at home without money? That's crap. My training date is September 15th...how many days still? How many days of exile at home? I try to amuse myself with painting my nails, or reading my Calvin and Hobbes over and over again. Still, my impatience grows...it's so huge now 'cause I rarely see Sochan nowadays. Only through text is the way we communicate...I miss him so much now.

Well, I'm just happy I found another job...right away. If I'm not ale to find another job right away...I'll be damned.

It's official.

After 2 years of my service with PS, I officially resigned from my job. It was kinda hard, yes. No matter how many assholes I have encountered in my stay there with PS, it's still hard. 2 years is quite long.

I have accepeted another CSR job in another call center located in RCBC. Haha. You'll find out sooner or later what the hell is the call center I have transferred into. (clue: the customers just ask for numbers) The salary is like that of PS, it's just the work is totally different.

I'm glad I got hired...again. If it took a long time...some assholes are gonna pay for this.

And here I go again with the same old routine.

I hate being in the house for so long. There's a lot of headache going on in the house that I'm sick of hearing. Things that I would rather not hear. Since my separation from PS, I know that I have to start all over again. Visiting company to company, taking their tests, talking to the HR people for the interview, spending you time typing your resumé, walking for hours, standing in line or waiting for your turn...it's the same old "rookie" routine. The reason why I refuse to leave PS, is that I feel I am contented with my work, but of course not with the salary. Why look for another job when you're regularized and has a decent salary? Since I was booted out, I know I have to act fast because I can't stay jobless for so long.

I feel happy because I get to see my daughter more, and I don't have to wake up real early, but I miss going to work. When I find another job and is still in Makati, I have to return to renting a room in a dorm. That means, I'll see my kid during my restdays, and no more waking up early and dealing with the hideous traffic.

I'm just hoping that whatever company I'm applying in right now, they'll offer me a more decent salary than that of PS. That would be a real treat for me. I'll be able to support Dindi without going broke....nice. I just hope that I'll be able to find another job before our birthday...Dindi and I that is.

Charge!!!

If I don't fit into my size 27 jeans again...this is suicide.

My vanity is killing me, but I am giving in.

No rice, soda or oce cream, please.

OH, PLEASE!

I got myself a pair of glasses...again.

My contact lens are expired. Haha. They hurt my eyes whenever I put them on. So, I decided to wear glasses..again. Anyway, I prefer glasses. Contacts give me a hard time to put them on, and then I have to remove them every night. You have to soak them, buy cleaning and soaking solutions, and you have to have the talent of putting them on without the aid of a mirror. Then again, it has it's advantages...like correcting the eye for a short period of time, and contacts (for makeup buffs) helps see your new eyeshadow more. Since I'm wearing glasses again, I can't curl and put mascara on my eyes whenever I'm wearing them, as my lashes tend to bump my eyeglasses. Yes, my eyelashes are long.

Eyeglasses makes me feel clumsy. I don't know if it's connected to my glasses, but I tend to drop things and sometimes trip a lot whenever I wear my glasses. Like this morning, I accidentally broke my water container. And yes, I feel I have to remove them if I am not reading or at the front of the computer. And my eyeglass frames are not the ones I used to wear. My last glasses was of a black, think frame. Similar to the ones worn by my emo homies. Now, my eyeglass frame is of a dark-brown shade, a thinner rim and a thinner stem.

I'm back to being a dork. Eyeglass + braces = Ugly Betty? Or rather, Ugly Kinkybuta?

*Then again, another hearing with the HR people later. This time, Sir Dennis will be the one accompanying me.

As I told Sochan, I'm not hoping for anything beautiful right now. I'm not hoping. If they won't give me a chance anymore, fine. If they give me another chance, I'll be very happy to start again. For all the tears I've cried, I know that I''ll still be able to find another job...or give off a fresh start.

I don't wanna hope anymore...because I get hurt in the end. With all the past experience I have that I hoped...I got hurt. I just don't want to make the same mistake again. I'm quite cautious now. I should learn from my mistakes.

Anyway, it's better to end this bitter waiting. It's been torturing me for weeks now. 

During my first break, I suddenly felt the urge to go to the restroom.

I didn''t have the chance to finish my nicotine stick, and hurried upstairs to go to the restroom. As I was doing my thing, I felt a little discomfort releasing my "poopskie". I didn't mind this at all as I was used to it, because I'm always constipated. As I was cleaning myself, and about to flush the toilet, there were a lot of blood on the toilet bowl.

I was nearing God-take-me-now-I'm-ready mode. I was pretty scared about it. Yes, there are a lot of times I was constipated, but there was no blood. First of all, I just finished my monthly period, second, I don't let my man use the back entrance, and third, I have no internal bleeding whatsoever.

Am I sick? Gawd, this is really scary. I'm just hoping that this won't happen again.

P.S.

By the way, I changed my username from extraterrestrial to kinkybuta.

Haha.

I think kinkybuta sounds cute.