The world is yours?!?

Listening to Nas's song on my way up to the 20th floor today seemed so appropriate the second we landed on the 10th. The doors opened, and about five call center agents, rowdy, like how they mostly are, came in and pressed the number 11 button.

Now, if my calculations are correct, that's just about one floor up...

And what, they couldn't take the stairs?!?

UGH.

One thing I loathe about my building is that in its 40 or so levels, there are about 3-4 FREAKING CALL CENTER COMPANIES operating in at least 7 floors (I haven't done the Math). And I'm not gonna lie--with people like that populating your workplace, it can get nasty.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm all for the booming BPO industry and the wonders it has provided for the economy and people. But why is it that every time I see or listen to CSRs/TSRs behave and talk, I feel as if some of them think the whole world owes them a living?

In particular, I HATE it when I'm on my way to the ground, alone and hoping for a smooth and uninterrupted ride, and then the cage stops on 11 because some poor loser can't use his God-given legs to go down to the 10th. I don't own the elevator (and on these occasions, I really wish I did) but think about it. I'm sure most people wait longer for the lift to come, thinking that it's more convenient than taking the stairs one floor down. It's ridiculous!!

Of course, if you're part of the building's maintenance team, or someone selling lunch, or carrying a lot of things, FINE, GO AHEAD, YOU HAVE MY BLESSING. But unless you have a foot problem or no feet at all, PLEASE, have mercy on other people. Spare us your sloth!

I hope this serves as a message to anyone who is too lazy to take that extra flight down. Don't be afraid of exercise.

All in a day's work... and overtime

One major reason why I was a bit apprehensive to start a new blog was because of my propensity to keep ranting until day's end. Though I am not a high maintenance type of person, there are occasions when I find myself complaining about the littlest things. I swear, there is a difference between high maintenance and being whiny. I'm just not in the right mood to debate about it right now.

So yeah, here I go again, ranting my life away. I'm annoyed, extremely, but let's not dwell on that. Was it Wendy who said think happy thoughts? I think. Ok.

First off, I'm starting to read again.

Honestly, being forced to write everyday is getting quite tedious, especially if you don't really like the topic. Nevertheless, it's work and it's got to be good, otherwise I'd be out the window before you can say deadline. So by learning how to produce better work, I've decided to start hitting the books again, a luxury I've been robbed off since I entered college.

Right now, I'm reading my boss' book called "Even a Moron with a Dream..." and it's not bad for his first publication. Of course, this would entail another review to be written, but that's gonna be for our magazine, not here.


But if you chance upon it in your local bookstore, go ahead. It's a light read.

Once I'm done with that, I resolve to spend all my free time on something I just bought yesterday. It's by Steve Martin, who apparently, wrote Shopgirl too. Because I thought that story was quite brilliant, I was hoping this would be too.


Please resurrect my love for reading again by living up to your title.

I was also tempted to buy this other one but I guess it's way passed my prime. Still, I believe it deserves to be on this entry, purely for posterity's sake.


Now this is something every bitter woman will want. But that's not me...anymore.

(Whew, just talking about books got me on a high again!)

I don't think I need a second or third happy thought to brighten up my night because whatever has got me pissed is done, and I can't turn back time. I know that there will be more blood baths in the future, so I really have no choice (translation: I may as well buy the most stylish battle gear I can afford to lift my spirits).

After this note, I will try my best to stop being such a brat about things I'm not directly suffering for. I'm just so so SO at the brink of just typing until my keypads burn, but forget it. I'd rather run away with my Prince Charming on Skype.

Geez, my life is quite sad.

Writing 10,000 words and not making sense

REALLY bummed out because of all the deadlines I don't think I can meet. On top of the articles that have yet to be written, I've got a handful of duties and issues to deal with, both official and unofficial.

I've got a baptism to attend and an anniversary to celebrate, both coming up this weekend. For weeks, I've also been on diet limbo, which is really frustrating because now the harsh reality of being an adult (adult = slow metabolism) is becoming more evident. Plus, so much more money issues to reconcile--bills to pay, debts to collect, my pending raise, the need to buy things I have to, etc. Yes, I'm ranting.

UGH. Everything's just piling up and I'm breaking out (literally, too). I really hope this is just a menstrual syndrome--that, or the annoying weather, otherwise I'm in deep shit, dipshit.

SERIOUSLY, only one thing can make me feel better right now, and that's a good book. I've been dying to buy Haruki Murakami's 'What I Talk About When I Talk About Running' for days now and I might just pick it up after work today. Then go home, sip on a nice cup of tea and kill all the time I can...

BUT just thinking about my impossible workload is already getting me out of the mood.

I need a cigarette.

Small wonders

I am officially able to blog from my phone!

Ok, so as lame as it sounds, this thing has been quite a fantasy of mine since I was little, and so I thank whoever invented wi-fi ready mobiles, and Shozu--by far the most amazing app alive. You have saved me from boredom and excessive data charges from my provider (cause I'm cheap like that)!

But most of all, thanks to my super boyfriend who probably won't read this anyway (because he doesn't know about this "ultra secret" blog.. YET!) for this awesome e51. I love you!

Okay, now it's raining and way past my bedtime. It's gonna be a good night. Peace.

DMB songs: Either really good or really shitty

Just downloaded the newest album of my favorite group since I heard "Crash into me" in Excess Baggage back in grade school-Dave Matthews Band's Big Whiskey and the Groogrux King, and I'm not that impressed. Like any of their old collaborations, this does have their standout songs, such as their carrier single, "Funny the way it is,""You and me" and "Lying in the hands of God," while the rest (in my opinion) are all incompetent compared to what I'd call the "Move me, shake me, DMB" track list.

I just think they're deteriorating as a band, and it's sad because their music was somehow influential to me while growing up. Suffice to say, this is no "Under the table and dreaming" or "Crash." It's forgettable. Let's cry now.

Dave, I think it's time to "Say goodbye."