Work Load, Body Clock, and Farting
I have never experienced serious work environment until I got myself in a contact center job in Makati. A lot of people were guessing that in the BPO industry, particulary in customer service, everything is easy. I used to. But after all the drills that we’re having, speaking grammatically, or just sounding grammatically-correct English is not good enough. I’ve been doing fine in the English department when drills are given in our wave but when the trainer (which happens to be the manager of the whole program) plus other trainers who are interested in witnessing our wave’s performance, controlling my tummy’s uncanny antics is virtually impossible.
Yep. For almost two weeks already, I’ve been burping non-stop even in the middle of the class. I’ve been eating adequately and never missed a meal but it seems to me there’s another problem that keeps me burping, worse enough farting without the established premise of eating or digesting something fart-worthy.
Good thing that my body is cooperating well in the drastic night shifts.
BTW, about the trainer’s interest in our class? Well, we have a different curriculum. Something that has never been done in the previous batches of trainees of the company I’m working at. That’s the reason why I, along with my co-trainees, have already received calls very early–ahead of the other trainees of the same program who went into training a week or two earlier than us.
Special children, eh?
See? I Told You, Taglish-ing is Stupid
Gwapo, ‘no? Pero wala naman siyang konek sa post na ito.
Hindi ko alam kung ano pumasok sa kukote ko para mag-Tagalog sa blog post na ito. Matagal-tagal na rin akong hindi nakakapaglathala ng tribute post ukol sa pagdiriwang ng Buwan ng Wika. Tingin ko kasi halos lahat ng mga bloggers na nag-i-Ingles ay nananagalog kapag birthday ni Quezon. Nakakawala tuloy ng ganang magtype. Kaso nung mga panahong ‘yon, tinamad lang talaga ‘yung utak kong i-operate ang sarili niya. In short, nagbulate-bulatehan lang ako’t kuno ay busy sa aking thesis dahil mas abala ako na ibalandra sa madla ang aking mga taghiyawat sa mga mag-aaral ng KabSU. Hindi ko na pinost ang tungkol dun dahil masyado nang high ang buong pamantasan noon nang nanalo ako ng laptop sa Eat Bulaga. Continue reading ‘See? I Told You, Taglish-ing is Stupid’
S2PID Analysis of our (Formerly Unpaid) Meralco Bill [PART 1]
I wrote this very long post last Thursday at 1:45 am. I was really having a hard time sleeping until I found this green dusty notebook under my bed (yeah, like it was so dark and then I just felt like putting my arm underneath my bed and boom! I started writing with a candlelight and two mosquito coils beside me.) For the record, it’s been a while since I last had an article handwritten. My girly handwriting missed my notebook so much.
Issues about the government’s plans on taking over Meralco, in my opinion, are something I’m really scared of. Perhaps their scrutiny on the out-of-this-world charges of Meralco to us (or technically to my mom, for that matter) consumers may have rang the bell. But as I see it, it’s the government, along the corporation’s shareholders and other unlikely people trying to squeeze in, who has kept on allowing such ridiculous policies to be implemented. In the upcoming days, or it might have been predicted earlier as expected with the media buzz around, it’s another numbers game for the administration of this electricity monopoly.
Having said that, the options that the votes should be contending are both atrocious. The Lopezes and the Arroyo government. Choosing between the devil and the deep blue sea. But if the people are to be asked who they will entrust the unprogressive overcharging fate of Meralco, with the popularity of Hana Kimi and Piolo Pascual I guess you already figured.
Yeah whatever. I just couldn’t sleep so without knowing how long my candlestick will last, using a pen I stole from Theresa Pangilinan (hehehe) I dribbled and scribbled on this notebook (hi notebook… miss you).
Apparently I don’t have much intellect to ponder much about the takeover ish. What I’m gonna do now is something Kuya, my mom, and I were babbling within the darkness of our home a while ago (umm yeah, I think we talked about this and I distorted the facts). Everyone is sleeping already when I came home (after Internet-ing on the other side of our block to… well… argue with someone—LOL). What was I talking about?
Umm, I was looking at our electric bill (with the disconnection notice—unstapled and in effect) and tried to evaluate (using just our awkward selves) how Meralco was brutally gluttonous enough to charge us a whopping Php 1221.05 that eventually led to our disconnection (har-har-har… buti’t malamig ngayong madaling araw) of our power supply to our (1) desktop PC (2) a rarely opened TV (3) a small electric fan (4) a 50-pesos worth ceiling fan (5) a 3-ft fridge (6) a wireless flat iron (7) a rarest-than-rarely used component system (8) seven 10-watt CFL light bulbs, two of which are regularly lit for approx. 6 hours nightly.
DISCLAIMER: Please note that this stupid lambasting analysis of mine is completely biased. Any misinformation or false definition/misusage of the terms on the Meralco bill used by me (because they defined it according to their scientific hullabaloos) should be treated at your own risk. Any sarcasm that can be encountered on the course of reading is either unconsciously written while I was half-sleeping or that I’m just plainly sarcastic since the beginning of my writing here on this notebook I got from our employment seminar a year ago. Complete with message for Neil faggotry at the back. Wait, I should have deleted this part
GENERATION
Okay. I know very well that Meralco is (unfortunately the only one) supplying us electricity in the whole archipelago. And since they are the ones who generate electricity… oh wait, it’s NAPOCOR and… what was the other one? I dun care—isn’t it presumable that before anything that reaches our appliances has already undergone “due process”? So here’s the generation charge… where everything that has been processed from NAPOCOR and I don’t know what, paid whatever and all, is charged to us. And these equates to the kwH of our consumption. To begin with, it’s enough to pay everything. The effing note that my 0.4 point gel pen’s whining about is its share on the whole bill. Only half of everything? What are you thinking? Isn’t “Generation” enough to cover everything up?
Behind our bill is a rather broken down partition of the generation charge. And then my eyes went o_O after I read that… wait, you call this PowerAct deduction? For me, this Liliputian subtraction they call PowerAct is just stupid. Like me. As if a deduction of 9 pesos will help uplift my unemployed Dad’s morale because of a measly point something percent discount. And what’s this adjustment? Like they’re migrating to the US and had to adapt ourselves with the new environment? Wait… does Meralco have this big volume adjustment knob somewhere in Dasma? Gawd, I so wanna see if they are being charged by turning the know to “increase adjustment charge” or “decrease adjustment charge and augment the deducted amount somewhere within the bill unnoticed so it’s still a win for Team Meralco” option.
TRANSMISSION CHARGE
For what my gradually deteriorating neurons know, transmission is a noun (I’m not even sure about that… is it a preposition?) of bringing something from a source to its receiver, as if you’re delivering a pizza and then charging your customer two times the original price. Convenient transmission, eh?
SYSTEMS LOSS CHARGE
Ummm…. Wait a focking second…. Yeah I mean 3… 2… 1, err wait that’s three… anyway. (Erase Erase Erase). So you mean when we are having brownouts or something, you still farking charge us with a hundred farking bucks? Whatdafark is this Meralco/Lopezes/Wowowee? Isn’t it YOUR faut for having a crooked corporation setting up crooked electric connection with crooked services, crooked over charges and what have you? For crying out loud, Meralco. Don’t tell me your overcharged and other extra-curricular activities would not suffice everything if you farking brag to all of us. If you would have charged us with full honesty and sincerity, people of all ages would have paid you in full amounts instead of resorting to jumpers that you assessed a major hunch of your so-called “system loss”. Don’t even farking tell us that’s it’s our farking fault. Ferkrisessake, as if those wiretappers have brought one of your largest transformers and generators and whatever-you-call-them to farking smithereens. Ain’t you charging us your efforts to generate (GENERATION) electricity and then deliver (TRANSMISSION/DISTRIBUTION) it (SUPPLY) to us (METERING CHARGE)? With all these crap scattered all over our bills with ridiculous percentage distribution, I won’t ever buy your sheesh that you’re not having a fare share with us consumers. If you call it “nalulugi”, ano pa kaya kami? Dumudutdot ng kulangot sa putikan?
And I’m not done yet with my stupidity.
Existence is a sin
I was so pissed off.
The reason was simple. I watched Wowowee with full anticipation that I would enjoy commercial breaks of Eat Bulaga. However, by the time I hear those kids at Willie of Fortune respond to Willie (Revillame, that is) that they belong to a family of numbers more than the fingers in my two grotesquely maintained hands, my head was about to explode to… umm, my tummy was about to explode while thinking of words to suffice without the disgusting part.
Seeing Willie Revillame making fun of the contestant’s antics, which I sometimes reject because he has no right to do so but he’s the host so, whatever, is unavoidably laughable and at the same time brain freezing. Of course, Willie acting as if he’s more intelligent than the Wowowee crowd inside and outside the studio, is in itself funny. Nevertheless, the so-called fun part is not the case I’m pointing out.
During those minutes of unexplainable entertainment, the experience was kind of a breath of fresh air, or a lack of it. You see, I used to find the responses of those contestants in Wowowee who were just truthful with their words, entertaining. But at that point where the ‘juniors’ are telling everyone in the world that their parents are just vendors or labanderas or construction workers, or simply earning less than enough to feed their family of not less than 6, I was hurt enough to either change channels instantly or to explain to my mom how I find the church, or any other church’s stand on contraception aka ‘pro-life advocacy’ unappealing and pathetically hypocritic.
I was wondering, of all the issues I have to deal with, about the reason why these kids have to suffer because of their existence due to the love that is shared by their parents? Is it a blessing that their existence with lack of decent food, clothing, shelter, and education is continuously sustained? That these kids, along with a handful of siblings in their family, have to be sufficed by the parents who are not well-bred enough to nurture their children well? That their unsustainable number in the family should have been avoided in the first place?
If the Church, or the Scriptures, is divinely and lovely enough to promote life by not masturbating, withdrawing, or any other coitus interruptus methods, can we consider overpopulating the Philippine divinely and lovely enough to promote life through people who love their spouses so much that they cannot control their libido and love each other every day and raise 10 plus kids inside their shanties along with cockroaches and rats and a bowl of rice sauced with coffee?
If stopping the union of unicellular organisms belonging to the same level as the germs found in our intestinal tract, based on the Scriptures, it is a sin. However, do the Scriptures consider lack of control to sexual desires, lack of discipline, lack of love for him/herself for consensual betterment of themselves and the people around them, and other lack of everything else due to negligence, sinful?
Basta. It just poured out of my mind after seeing that dwarf kid whose chance of getting a better life upon reaching 18 very impossible. All because he has to coexist with his 13 siblings and parents who struggle to earn less than a regular nurse in a month here in our country.
That their existence in this world is the main reason why they suffer.
(Maybe you were thinking about my patronage to Eat Bulaga and my changing channels. Ano ba? Ang daming sponsors kaya ng Eat Bulaga. Besides, it won’t affect the ratings game. I have no Geiger counters set by AGB-Nielsen around our house. Plus, I’m too much fed by the Ogie Doggie ads. What a joke.)
mouse hunting
In our utmost pursuit to preclude the continuous multiplication of uninvited rodentry in our humble abode, yours truly has empirically considered the potentials of manned intrusion to the dampish, feculent habitat of a family of mice that has invaded every extreme corners of our bungalow–not through the convenience of affordable rodenticides available at commoner grocery and hardware stores, but with the most natural means of a strenuous, most physical approach to eradicate the population of these yucky, eewy, scratchy, stinky tiny moving tailed smart thingies here… wtf?! No more nosebleeding terminologies fergawdsakes!
Enough with that focking literary pretension.
Remember when I first blogged about my mom who caught a lizard out of nowhere? Well, this is not actually the repetition, but all the quiet while I was busy with some work here on my laptop table (ie. tabla ng kahoy on my lap–hence, laptop table), my mom just suddenly shrieked in terror and delight with that small creature she was holding inside our room.
A mouse?!
Bwahahaha! Ano ka ngayon? Bwahahahaha!
Yep. She was rejoicing for the 2nd mouse she caught.
It was mom who insisted me to take pictures of this poor, but nastily annoying critter that’s been eating our jigsaw carpet inside our cabinet. Mom had a difficult time catching this thing, though.
“Grabe, yun ang unang beses na talunan ako ng daga sa tanang buhay ko. Ba naman, binantayan ko talaga siya ng halos 30 minutes na lumabas sa ilalim ng cabinet tapos AYDIYOSKOPO tumalon siya mula sa cartolina sa gilid ng cabinet! Ang talino namang bubwit na iyan. Eto ang sa kanya…”
-Mom
(Just amazing. That was the first time in my entire life that a mouse jumped over me . Like, I even waited for 30 mid for it to come out underneath the cabinet and then OHMYGOD it jumped out of that cartolina roll beside it! What a smart rodent so here, take this, you…)
Ano ka ngayon? Hahahahaha!
But how did she catch it? She managed to grab the mouse by its tail behind our wall clock and squished its nape to paralyze it (if that’s how it’s properly called). And then, groggy and coughing and limpy (had major sneezefest because of colds), I took my digicam and Kodak-ed that pesky rodent within Mom’s reach.
For your information, I’m not scared of rodents. I even chase them from one room to another. But everytime I did that, my Mighty-Bonded cheap eyeglasses always fall off. And the cockroaches… damn! Why have cockroaches during a mouse hunt? I’m so scared of roaches…
Galing ng mom ko, no?
One down, three more to go.
UPDATE: Mom caught the whole family of mice already. Whohoo!
