Beaten up but ready for round two.

October 12, 2007 in Essayish, Rambling
Tags: haitus, work

Damn it. My mom wants me to find a job.

At the point of my 5 month hiatus, I came into a research paper assignment by our English 2 (Research Writing) as the Recitation and Assignment for the finals. Our Professor chose Schizophrenia from an array of topic we wrote.

I got a good book for it entitled “Essentials of Abnormal Psychology, 4the Edition.” It’s one of the best and the latest in the field of Psychology.

At a day before the due date, someone idiotically put my bag on the floor with such carelessness and broke the glass jar container containing formalin + a frog for my Zoology (Zoo1) class. So I’m really bummed out.

I’ve applied to this company that wants to hire research writers… Wish me luck. If not, I’ll look for a job the old fashion way.

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I’ve been picky when choosing a job. My first criterion is that it must not be Jolibee nor McDonald’s. My second, It should be paying me with no cost on my part. Somehow, I got what I deserve and got employed at Mr. Donut, TriNoMa branch.

Now, my criterion becomes general. I will avoid all food establishment… Amen.

The costumers of the store have a big and a very wrong perception that the store is a fast food. It’s not a fas food, its a cafe…

Being an employee of the said store in the said mall was not a trip to the park.

It’s all blood and sweat. You have to smile uncontrollably with or without a costumer, look like an idiot to the costumer, and beg them to be served by you. It’s really infuriating and gives you the urge to get a gun and kill them all nevertheless, I have meet some interesting people, but they seem to arrive very rarely, about 2 every five months, my whole contract.

I’m not saying that the rest are pompous ingrates, they’re just not quite right that’s all.

During that five month hiatus…

During my work, there were times wherein I almost kill myself, in a figurative way,  but I still stood up and head towards the finish as fast as I can and I finished.

Around my fourth month of work, I wittingly tried out for The Advocate, the college newspaper… It was thrilling, but then.. too much work and no play made me dull all day. That made me bored with life and a little uncooperative… Damn.

Surely I’ll pull myself together.