Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Untitled, Part I

My life has been peaceful recently. Or uneventful, rather. No pressing deadline to run away from, no unlucky bastard to obsess over, no nothing. At least I'm less prone to those horrible zits.

Well, I have my work at which I cockily aim (but not consciously strive) to improve and excel. It is not so much the love for it as much as it is the need to prove myself. Nor is it discipline as it is just a whim. While I wait for the 12-month employment block Prospect Employer imposed, to pass, I might as well make the best out of my stay with Present Employer. Wonder if my lust to jump fences will wane over the span.

Fortunately, I've grown to enjoy what I'm doing. I already have the hang of faking an accent while troubleshooting over the phone. Wireless is my favorite, finding WEP keys and creating Preferred Networks. There are the occasional irate customers or the much dreaded, bloody File and Printer Sharing that will cause you to utter God's name in vain or insult one's mother-- you have to press "Mute" of course. In either case, the Release button is at your disposal. Just mistag the interaction with "Could Not Reach Customer".

(To be continued.)

Friday, April 11, 2008

Boys of Summer

For those who care, my new work sched:

Shift: 3AM-12NN
RD: Wed-Thurs


Yay to haggard pay. Boo to... bootoytoy boolootong?
Ang init, que puta!
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Oi, Chris Tiu, why keep that black shirt on? In summer, on the beach? Hiding (God, forbid) some flab under? Embarrassed of your pasty complexion? (
Leche flan, yum yum.) Never mind Will Devaughn and Derek Ramsey. We want you, Chris Tiu! Naked.
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Hoy, Pinoy Big Bother, that Slav-looking guy in your house, stitch back his foreskin! (Poor boy, his shame seen by the whole nation.) What a waste! In a BelAmi flick it could've appeared. Sliding up and down his third leg.
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Psst, Office Crushee, heehee. You're 25 but how come I look older? You've been reminding me of someone, and only recently did it hit me you're a deadringer for Marky Cielo. Albeit with a more chiseled bone structure. *Faints, dies, resurrects* Since I can't rely on my sociopathic tendencies (or just plain repulsive personality) for you to befriend me, I bribe you with food. Haha. Loser.
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