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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
hell or high water
Yesterday, I came back from my longest sick leave of 2 days. After overtime work last Saturday night, I really knew I was coming down with some dreaded sickness maybe out of fatigue, lack of sleep, or whatever bacteria you can acquire from this office building.
True enough, I couldn't sit up without seeing black spots last Sunday. I was still supposed to go to work for overtime again, but I decided to swallow my pride and inform the team that I was sick.
That Sunday was the longest day I've ever stayed in that 'dorm'. My sore throat got from bad to worse and I felt feverish. I was alone and no one could even grab me lunch or buy some orange juice. I just told myself that this is the life I'm gonna have to go through when I opt to work abroad. And so, without any qualms and emo moments, I gathered the strength I have left and went to Waltermart, the nearest commercial center.
My sick ass ate alone, shopped for groceries alone and bought some medicines alone. I couldn't emphasize on the 'alone' part more, but during that time, I was proud of myself for being so independent. I thought to myself, "Hey, it's not that bad! I think I can do this abroad. Besides, I shouldn't be too dependent on other people. We all must learn how to survive alone."
So I tucked myself to sleep in the middle of a scorching afternoon in my upper bunk bed. But everytime I woke up and remember that I'm in that building alone, when I should've been enjoying the perks of having a helper and my Mom's TLC/ having everything you want when you're sick, there I was lying like a rejected potato. I couldn't commute to Laguna, and my brother can only pick me up at night. My mom, apparently, was also frolicking around Baguio at the moment.
Unfortunately, my Makati companion, Tatoff had to go home to Antipolo to finish a super rush racket. I couldn't tell him to ditch that job, because I'm so OC about work and shit, and I wouldn't want him to back out because of me. That, for me, is being just too dependent. Although I wouldn't deny that I gave him some signs that I needed him then. But I guess "I hope you finish your racket,bi. Don't worry too much about me :)" didn't do the trick. Haha. How proud can I get?
Thanks to the Ateneo-UST Game 1, I had something to do aside from sleep and sulk. I had to bang the side of the 14" ancient TV in the room, and finally had something to lift my spirits up. After the game, Tatoff visited me, but I was already too moody and vulnerable that I ended up telling him that he couldn't care less about me. Of course that was very wrong to say since he just volunteered to bring me to our far away Sta. Rosa house at night, even if he hasn't finished the racket due the next day.
As usual, my Type A personality got even more pissed because how could he volunteer to go to Laguna and back, when he's not even halfway done with the project? I don't know why I act that way, but it's just the way it is. I can really be a ruthless, mind-over-matter dork.
It was my first time to finish an argument (or a sentence) with the word "multi-task" before slamming the car door. I felt even worse, but I know it's better for me to walk out than fight with him some more. I was too weak anyway, and my throat hurts like hell. He got back 30 minutes after, and after another emo talk, I got even more depressed knowing that I'm leaving for Laguna that night and I won't see him until I get well. I guess it was my PMS kicking in.
Monday and Tuesday were spent lying around, texting officemates in the morning, forcing myself to sneeze so i can breathe, blowing my nose to beat the Guiness record, drinking liters of juice, sleeping, visiting a stupid clinic, discovering I had allergic rhinitis since birth, taking 4 kinds of antibiotics, watching Nip/Tuck, reading a book/ witnessing a miracle, bugging Tatoff, texting missed friends and being the same old sick brat. Believe it or not, it was also the longest time I stayed in that new house. I guess only sickness will force me to stay put.
I'm still sneezing like a coyote and phlegm is still my aloof enemy, but here I am. I just braved calf-high floods in front of our dorm via a reliable pedicab, and managed not to let go of my umbrella and my tissue box while striding along Pasong Tamo and Rufino. You see, I'd rather stay here than be stuck in my upper bunk bed with my roommates. I don't have anything against them, but I'm just not the mingling type when I'm there. Not at all. I felt like a workomaniac this morning just seeing them put off work because it's flooded outside. I can't tell that to my boss! I can't tell that to myself either.
So there, hopefully this schmuck overproduction of mucus ends soon. I just realized that I can't binge on alcohol this coming Saturday! What a loser. But alcohol is medicine! Haha. Oh well, I'm just glad this week's almost over. There's still so much work, but what can I do? Bumming is even more depressing for me. We all got to save some money and gain some job experience, right? That is the quarter-life plan. So even if overworked and underpaid, this ass is stuck in this office by obligation - come hell or high water, literally.
9:32 AM
Thursday, September 28, 2006
