life after burnout

Pasintabi...tagalog muna at baka masilip ng mga di dapat makasilip....mejo premature pa e.

Yun, nagpulong kmi, lunes ng umaga. Same old, same old. Mejo mas mahaba lang ang pakikinig nya ng reklamo, pero ang suma tutal, tumataginting pa ring "NO" ang sagot nya sa mga hinaing namin. Minsan gusto kong turuan ang effective communication e....mukang nakalimot na.

Anyways.....pagtapos ng pulong, naisipan kong dumaan sa isang Pilipina na parang nanay na namin dito, nasa magandang posisyon na sya, manager ng isang unit, pero mukhang hanggang dun na lang sya. Kahit na anong galing nya, di na sya mabibigyan ng pagkakataong umangat pa, kasi ng pinoy, hindi puti. Yun nga, dinalaw ko sya, bigla ba namang nag print na ng request ng paglipat ko at tinawagan ang manager ng telemetry.....instant na interview. Take note, naka-maong at running shoes ako ha! Pero nangyari na ang nagyari, tanggap na ako. Kinahapunan, bumalik ako para mag-duty. Kinausap pa ako ng amo ko, nag request na mag 16 hours ako sa Sabado dahil walang pwedeng mag-charge sa umaga. Pumayag naman ako dahil di ko na kailangang pumasok ng Biyernes. Ayos, 4 na araw ang bakasyon ko! Saya. Bago ako umuwi kinagabihan, nilagay ko sa box nya ang request ko at di na ko nakatulog magadamag sa kakaisip ng reaksyon nya. Unang makikita nya pagpasok nya ay ang hangarin kong iwan na sya. Naghintay ako ng tawag-wala.

Kanina, ipinasa ko naman ang sulat ko para mas maintindihan nya kung bakit ko naisipang umalis. Sabi ko, professional at hindi personal ang rason ko. Charing! At syempre itinaon ko na wala na sya sa opisina. Mamaya, ako na naman ang sisira sa araw nya! Pero sya naman ang nagsabi, pag iniwan mo ang prutas sa lamesa ng isang linngo, o isang buwan, mawawala ang freshness, tuluyan ng masisira - parang trabaho din. So, me valid reason na ako, di ba?

Sa ngayon, hintay lang muna ako ng sagot ng amo ko. Buti na lang nung evaluation namin, wala naman syang reklamo sakin, maliban sa call in. Aba, karapatan ko naman yatang magkasakit no! Isa pa, tanggap na ko e, Nauna na ang build-up sa akin ni Cris.

Yun lang po muna, salamat sa mga concerned calls, emails and comments...di naman ako nag suicide, nagpahinga lang.

for the first time since the almost two years i've worked here, i cried. i cried because i got overwhelmed, because i'm starting to feel burnt-out, because......just because.

I'm tired! i want to go home!

rantings of a drunken B***h

Ok, before you think I'm an alcoholic, I drank 2, read T-W-O, two bottles of Smirnoff.

Let's backtrack a little....It was Pete's Birthday several days ago. But since we're all going ga-ga over working our asses off for the rainy days,(and since he planned to fly off to the Carribean without informing, let alone invite us anyways), we did not have our days off worked out. So he had to treat us on several different occasions, 1-2 "friends" at a time. Finally, this Sunday was my day, and luckily, V and Joe came as well. So we watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which we all totally liked. My, Angelina is sure sexy! After which, we went to a buffalo wing place (which name escapes me at this point, more like I never really cared to know) at a few minutes past 12 midnight. Mind you, the bars here in San Antonio close at 2AM! Geez! I remember in Makati, it'd be 4AM and we're still dancing the "wee hours of the morning" away. And to find any palce other than a bar or club still open on 4th of July Sunday is definitely a sign of good luck (yeah, right, I'm being melodramatic. But amuse me, please!).

Barely half a bottle into my Smirnoff Watermelon, they already announced a last call, of course we ordered another round. Before we know it, they were already taking our bottles away, half-full or empty, it did not matter. Because here, after 1AM, there will be no more drinking! The stores actually stop selling alocoholic beverages by midnight. To make the story short, I managed a few more gulps before finally surrendering my 2nd bottle.

As I've said, I'm not an alcoholic. I can count my drinking days in a year using only the fingers of my right hand, and not even all of them. But the Watermelon really tasted like, well, watemelon..........

So here I am at home, ranting about nothing, wishing I'm in Makati or Malate, listening to Rey Kilay and the gang making fun of a poor soul who's only mistake was wanting to sing in front of an audience unknown to her, or enjoying the soothing and amazing voice of Anton Diva, because I'm not a fan of Regine and would not be interested in watching any of her shows, or simply dancing with my friends and of course my Honey, and sharing an absolute currant with Heydz. Or just letting time fly and catching up while sipping a grande Caramel Machiato with Kai, Irene and Kitch.

Ahhh.....6 more months.......