This ESSAY totally made my day - it was sent by my sister’s boyfriend. It was written by a call center applicant. With the desperation of hiring people, do you think that this person was accepted?
Read on and enjoy!! 
There is nothing like spending a day with a friend whom you care about. A plus would be just going about your day without really planning anything — just being impulsive, spontaneous. It brings out your free spirited-ness and you feel so alive!
I met up with a friend this weekend and we had breakfast together at Heaven n Eggs. Yup, I took up this post’s title from that place where we ate. We like doing that - catching up on things over food or over coffee. Little things that we do but it really is a part of how we enjoy each other’s company. I remember talking about this before on one of my previous posts, I read something before about two friends suddenly decided to have dinner in the middle of a football field. The other friend asked, “Why are we doing this?” The other just grinned and held his hand, “We’re making memories.” When I’m feeling sentimental to my old friends and we’re all together, I always tell em that story.
It’s great medicine for those feeling lonely and stressed out—to suddenly connect with a friend, talk about what you have been up to lately and just get involved again with each other’s lives. If it’s true friendship that you have, then it doesn’t matter how long it was since you last saw each other. Just the thought of having to have spent some time together and sharing stories, memories, dreams, silliness and laughter is enough to make you feel all ready to go back to reality (WORK!). You will have your own memories to go back to (those that make you suddenly smile for a split second) when you’re feeling really stressed out.
At the end of the day, you find yourself smiling because you’re thinking about that one special day with someone whom you’ll know will always be there for you no matter what.
It’s true what they say — when you’re feeling really down, God has a way of making you feel alive again.
This was it for me.
Went to Heaven N Eggs for breakfast and this is what we ate:
This went with two pieces of pancake!
You guys have to try it there! It’s worth the visit — but make sure that you have an empty stomach when you go there… hehehe.
I was on a yacht, the salty wind blowing on my hair, the sun beating down my back. My sunglasses is starting to moist and my lips is starting to crack because of windburn. The yacht suddenly jilts and I was tossed out of my aluminum beach chair. I lay flat on my bum.
And then I’m back inside my green blanket feeling dizzy with lack of sleep. I suddenly realized that I’m still in front of my computer, working, trying not to fall off from my chair. Waiting for a few more minutes before me and my warm bed is reunited once again for another trip to dreamland.
Zzzzzzzz….
It’s now been 4 days since I went back to the graveyard shift.
If you ask me, it’s a really big change shifting from the morning shift to graveyard. I miss sleeping at night and waking up all sharp and alert. I get to do a lot of things while working – and finish them too. The first day I went back to this shift, I only had 2 hours worth of sleep and then I had to stay after shift to finish even more work.
It’s not that I’m complaining – I like being kept busy so I won’t worry about other things, but sometimes, the body can only do so much. Even our brains give up when it’s going through too much!
Oh well. Might as well get used to it.
I have my team to keep me awake anyway
(title of blog was taken from a song by Wendy Matthews.)
I sometimes think about me and think about what I have become after everything that’s happened to me. I guess there are days when you really feel down and alone and scared. When I have these feelings, I imagine myself walking on the beach alone, just enjoying the wind and the sand on my feet. Trying my best to look that I am enjoying what I’m doing, but deep down, I’m broken into pieces.
Argh. I don’t want to get back to that old drama-queen me. I become like this when I feel isolated and alone and lonely. I do some self-pitying here and there until I get to realize that it’s not really worth thinking this way. Is it a stage? I’m not really sure – but it’s been a long time since I felt this … "alone-ness".
Maybe I’m tired. I’ve never rested ever since I graduated from college. I studied the board, took the board, didn’t pass it, looked for a job and after a month of looking, I got me my first job in my first call center. 3 years in there and I transferred to another call center in Makati where I only rested for the weekend and started working on a Monday. Same old story where I’m working now. Does this mean I’m a workaholic? I don’t think I am.
The other day I found myself playing music too loudly than usual – I wanted to drown myself with the music because I really felt so sad. A lot of things were going through my head that day and I can’t just couldn’t take it and deal with it … so I played really loud. It helped a bit really … plus, I get to focus on my work by drowning my worries with music and my busy-ness.
What’s bugging me, you ask…? <cont.>
Like I usually say…. Life goes on.
Funny how sometimes I want to write about so many things – I list it all on my head and when I start to write about it just like now, I’m totally blank and zoned out.
I noticed that it rains a lot here in the afternoon or early evening. Typical end of summer event – very hot during the day, hot and humid, and the day is somewhat celebrated by raining really hard. When I was still a little girl – every time this happens, I get to be a smart-ass and then argue to myself that
“Oh, it will definitely rain tonight or this afternoon because it rained last night. The water then went down from the clouds will eventually evaporate back to the clouds and the clouds will spit it out again – in the afternoon.”
What a geek! My science teacher in elementary should be proud of me for still remembering what she taught us.
And now I’m talking about hot afternoons and rainy, wet nights. Eventually, the rainy season will kick in and there’s no more time to go out to the beach or walk around the metro. My usual daydreams of days snuggled up in my bed (watching a slew of dvds until I fall asleep) will finally be happening constantly in the next few weeks. I’m no fan of storms, really. If ever a storm is coming in, I just want to make sure that I’m home and yes, you guessed right—socks on my feet, a warm blanket on me, and if I’m lucky, someone I can snuggle up with. Sarap!
I keep thinking how everything was so simple back when I was younger. I didn’t have to wake up early when it’s been declared that there’s a storm coming. But the geek in me sometimes gets the best of me that I still dress up for school even if I can hear the howling winds rattling the roofs of our neighbors. I go to school (via service), only to learn that classes were cancelled. Then I get to keep my P20 baon for the day. Hehe.
Now that I’m all grown up and handling all this stress, I still find myself appreciating the rain and being thankful for it. Think about the other places where they can’t even get water – we are still very blessed and lucky! I sometimes watch the rain from my window and it calms me just like when you’re on the beach watching the ocean. It tells us to slow down and sit awhile to think about your life.
It’s cliché, I know … but try it sometimes and you’ll see what I mean.
