Filed under: Career
Today, I got the job offer I was waiting for for months! In terms of financial benefit, it was just okay, decent. Far from what I was expecting, but good enough… Or so I think.
I felt happy, then sad, then disappointed, then angry – in all possible combinations. At one point, I felt betrayed even. And I regret turning down other offers because I was looking forward to this.
Thing is, I like the job offered. Probably same as what I do now, or likely more difficult, but overall could help shape into a well-rounded actuary. Never did I have second thoughts on this one. Not until today.
(Lord, please help me make the right decisions.)
Anyway, I can’t help feeling down on my way home. The bus window seat is my best friend. Thought after thought. What outweighs what? Am I sure? Why am I doing this? At one point, my eyes were filling with tears.
I embarked on a tricycle to our house. Before anything, the driver had something to say while holding his purse. (Or whatever you call it.)
Boss, barya lang ha. Wala pa kasing laman to.
Okay, I think that’s a wake up call. (But maybe I’ll still haggle.)
I’m not really in the mood for a year-end/start post, but I feel the need to put something here today. When I saw this on Facebook, I thought this will do.
Hopefully, I fulfill the list!
Also, here’s a short highlight of my 2013. Definitely missing lots, but again, I think this will do.
Filed under: Chronicles
Dry lightning cracks across the skies. Those storm clouds gather in her eyes.
Rainy Wednesday night. Walking from our office building to the bus stop with loud music banging in my ears is my thing. When it’s raining, I’d sing out loud on the street. That particular night, I fancied Carrie Underwood’s album Blown Away which was dark – very different from her previous efforts. I can feel wrath and venge through from her pipes to my ears to my voice, and I’d end up walking faster, bigger strides than I normally would.
There’s not enough rain in Oklahoma to wash the sins out of that house.
When I embarked on the bus home, I can feel evil Carrie inside of me. I took the window seat. That’s my favorite seat when it’s raining.
She heard those sirens screaming out. Her daddy laid there passed out on the couch. She called it sweet revenge.
The bus isn’t full. A kid selling sampaguita sat beside me. He was dirty and he stinks. He shoved his sampaguita in my face and asked me to buy some. HEY KID, I’M ALLERGIC TO PERFUME SO WHY U PUTTING THAT IN MY FACE.
It was the first and the last time they saw each other face to face.
I shook my head. The kid insisted. “Baka meron po kayong barya.”
“Kuya, baka meron po kayong barya.”
He went ahead to the next row of seats.
She held a crimson smile and just walked away. And left the secret at the grave
I was shocked with myself. I don’t normally raise my voice on people (except lovers and close friends). For a minute I was rethinking my actions, but I let go of it quite quickly. Back to regular programming.
I reached home, and called it a night.
I was up the next day very early to hit the gym. When I reached Gold’s Gym at Intercon, my wallet’s gone.
And the preacher said he was a good man. And his brother said he was a good friend. But the woman in the black veil didn’t bother to cry.
Filed under: Nonsense