AndieCrafts

I just got a message from ISET. I start training tomorrow! Yehey! Five days of training, and if I get to prove myself, I’m on the payroll! Yehehehe!!!

Update on the traffic: the traffic lasted the whole day. Bankerohan Bridge is falling down, and so they had to reroute or something. I am not sure what the people responsible did to cause such a traffic. All I know is that the fact that Bankerohan Bridge is falling down was the root of all evil.

This last part involves the building on which ISET resides. It is the same building where my mom used to work (MASCO). You have no idea how much blast I got from the past. I still remember having my first ever ID picture taken on that same building roughly 15 years ago (the picture, which is in black and white, hangs on a wall in our dining area). My mom started working at MASCO years before I was born. Literally, I learned how to tie my shoe lace, first laid my eyes on a computer, learned how to use a pencil sharpener, got addicted with using the pencil sharpener, learned how to make crank calls, and memorized the multiplication table at that office. I can still remember where my mom and everybody else’s tables were. Anyway, I’m not sad my mom left that job. She deserved a better job anyway (that job made her so stressed and cranky, all at a little over the minimum wage). All I’m saying is that… What am I saying, really?

Oh well.

I have just bore witness to the worst traffic jam ever recorded in Davao’s history (or so I think). The 17-minute (average) ride from Davao Executive Homes to AdDU Roxas gate became an unbelievable 1-and-something-hour ride, which, minus the dust and the sweltering heat, would have been perfectly tolerable. Anyway, I felt patience engulfing the better of my senses, which made me deal with the situation in the best way possible (that referring to constant watch-glancing and dozing off–luckily, without any drool–and nothing more, or less for that matter).

Aside from patience, luck seems to be on my side today. The past two days have been extremely draining. We resumed releasing 2007 yearbooks on Tuesday, and people swarmed the office (or what’s left of it, which is actually not much), claiming their fabulous and über beautiful (but equally heavy) yearbook. Due to the number of graduates, there came a point where we ran out of yearbooks. Kimi and I decided to bring some copies from the bodega. We carried four yearbooks, each. And I’m telling you, I have never carried anything as heavy as that, ever (and I suppose, by our step-step-step-stop pattern, that Kimi felt exactly the same). Anyway, one try made as quit even faster than you could say YEARBOOK. Hell, even faster than you can say YEAR! We ended up distributing the yearbook at the basement, which doubles the temperature of the outside environment (which drained us raisin-dry), for two days: the survival of which gives enormous justice to the fact of my being a cactus in a past life. Anyway, luck switched the situation today. Midtown delivered lots of yearbooks yesterday, which gave us a chance to steer clear of the dehydrating basement. Plus today, lesser demanding and sometimes rude graduates harrased us. I was able to wear my hair down, and smell like everything but sweat, all of which was a plus for my job interview.

I applied for job as an English tutor at a learning center called ISE (I Speak English). The people there teach Koreans how to speak English through video conferencing. Though I was presentable when I got there, I doubt if I presented myself in the best of lights. I was panicking like hell during the interview (Man! The Korean who interviewed me had the voice of an angel. Honestly, if I was just a tad sillier or more foolish than I already am, I would have declared my love for the guy. Anyway, the interview was totally sad since the guy saw my face, but I only had a basic Windows XP background to consider as his.), and I left three of the numbers in the written exam blank. I am not desperate for the job though, so I seriously doubt that I would go anywhere near the edge of a building if I did not get the job (though the extra cash would actually do miracles for my summer). I just wish though that I could get another chance to speak with that Korean interviewer. I could listen to his voice forever.

What an entry. I started it at around lunch time. Right now says 7:33. SO many distractions, only one silly girl as the object.