It's Raining Bullfrogs and Caterpillars (also PC Murder)

Okay. I'm officially about to murder my computer for its lack of cooperation and for ruining my longest blog entry yet! It just restarted... again (and by that I mean it's the third time I've written this post!).

But since I have no damn choice, I would have to write everything from scrap and wishfully pretend that I am indeed gifted of a good memory.

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On Monday, 9pm I'll be having my final final interview for a fulltime post in Convergys. They have these crazy shifts for applicant interviews, and even for exams. Last night, after finishing a 4-hour test of Call Simulation and E-Skills, my eyes were starting to see double figures whenever I look at the TV screen and/or the computer monitor.

Since for the past two years or so I have been contenting myself with Nescafe 3-in-1 coffee sachets (and sometimes even unsatisfactory vendo coffee), I was staggered to find out that a short Americano cup now costs 80 bucks in Starbucks. I had a 110-peso lunch in Jollibee yesterday afternoon and decided to enjoy myself with a cup of coffee and a few crumpled spreads of newspaper in an unfashioned bank building (still in Ayala) with a small branch of Starbucks in its ground floor. I was waiting for a call from Convergys, whether or not they're still going to allow me to change my application into a fulltime post. I left the place with a measly 20-peso bill left in my purse and with a couple of grumblings here and there.
On the more enlightening side, I was able to write a few lines while lounging in the place. Here's what's written on the worn-out tissue paper:

This will be me ten years from now:
Butt stuck on wooden chair, coffee cup in one hand and blog pen in the other.
Still a caffeine addict and a dilemma-prone biatch.

I sit here, looking at those people who seem to have a life of their own; a life as parallel miserable as mine. Some satisfy themselves with fetishes of simulated rape a.k.a. porn, but never wanting to be pedophiliacs. Others are mere window onlookers and without a purpose to continue living. So who am I form this brady bunch?

None.
I'll be in front of a podium, debating.

Dullness. Quite figuring of a better way to make use of my time, I went to People Support and thought of also giving its CSR fulltime post a try. While I was waiting for the application test (which was scheduled to begin on 1:30 and started around 3pm instead) to start, I got a call from Convergys, asking me if I can make it to a 3pm exam. I gladly agreed thinking that People Support was a supposed work-ethics-major type of company and Convergys was just right across its building. Unfortunately, I seemed to have gotten my hopes up too much because I ended up running to a sari-sari store right across People Support to call the HR hotline of Convergys to reschedule my exam. I lied about getting robbed (got this from Kat) and needing to go home and get money. Thankfully, she responded quite friendly about the issue and told me to come back at 5pm that day.

I hastily answered the application test for People Support since it was mostly on English comprehension, vocabulary and grammar. I skipped the practice exam for typing, thinking that it was optional (and since I started later than the others because I didn't have my application number with me; the administrator was a humbug type of person) and due to that careless decision, I failed.
The consolation prize was a handout for English enhancement and SVA's.
Really. I so needed that.

Getting downhearted after failing an English test for the first time in my life, I swore to take the Convergys exam as carefully as I can -- even if it'll take me a day to finish the entire thing. Truth be told, I exited the building around 10pm that night with cold feet and shapeless eyes staring across the Ayala Avenue, completely deserted of public vehicles.

Intermission: I saw this cute, cute guy in Convergys a la Yael of Spongecola. I figured he's an HR there, all the more reason why I must get in. After a while of interviewing a couple of applicants, he had to leave the reception area (where I was staying) to go to another floor for I don't know what. Completely not thinking about him, I went into the front desk and asked for the directions to the CR. They have this weird building architecture so that they're nearest CR is situated in the 3rd floor. Lucky for me, after getting lost for five minutes, I found the place near the end of some steep hallway. On my way back, I ran across the guy in the same elevator. So, to make the long, tiring and worthless story short: we had a 5-second moment alone.
And not like we talked or anything, that was just it.

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I had a meeting with the SDDS members this morning. It wasn't at all like the usual light and bubbly atmosphere I've always experienced with them. Well, that's what happens if some people think so inferior about themselves whenever someone else steps up (and not like it's our fault for being chosen). Ugh, try thinking more maturely, will you? Talk about insecurity.

I just watched the last episode of The OC Season 3. And can I just say that it reeked?
Spoiler alert: Someone died.