transformation to a human answering machine

It's a miracle! I can't believe I made it past 5 weeks of training and 2 weeks of learning lab where I took 4 hours of calls a day! Last Friday I got my certificate from learning lab, meaning that I am now offically hired by Sprint! What were they thinking?

Anyway, I don't know how I feel about this. Tomorrow I start taking 8 hrs. of calls everyday... to make matters worse, I am coming out of a cold. Crappiest of all crap, last friday we were all supposed to celebrate at a resto for finishing our training. Also, since we all got varying skeds, that means that that was the last time we were gonna see each other. But as luck would have it, I was struck down with a fever. I got dizzy around 3 am... and it just got worse, by morning I was burning up!

So my throat still hurts, and I'm hearing impared because of my cold. I only have 80 percent of my hearing. I feel ambivalent about this. At the same time, I made it this far, and have endured so many hardships throughout, including sleep deprivation, emotional breakdown, robotization, foiled attempt at public relations, and so much more...

So I guess at this point, I'm just going to see where this takes me. I am nervous about tomorrow, and at the same time kinda excited, at the thought of being in a new floor/ and encoutering new people/ being in a new atmosphere. I hope everything works out fine. I hope I get some sleep this morning. Graveyard is a killer....
but night differential is sweet....

goodbye world

Life in a cubicle

Time stops here to get a massage. Seconds after punching in-eternity kicks in. The influx of irrate callers whose tune is synchronizedwith the impending thumping of a baby ulcer inside my womb- just dying to crack through the surface.

Outside of this microcosm of a hellhole,real babies utter their first cry. Families eat their dinner of homemade nilaga & hot rice. Meanwhile exactly at 11 p.m. I go on AUX mode and press the break button, careful not to panic as I race against time. At this precise second as I am clicking the mouse, I am negotiating with destiny not to let another call squeeze through the pipeline, which could take me another 10-15 minutes to finish if I'm lucky! I grab my things in a hurry, and run to the fire exit.

There in the 11th floor of the San Miguel building, I eat my late dinner of one crammy piece of soggy donut, at the stairway. Light doesn't exists here in this strange space, only despair & loneliness. As I mechanically chew on my strawberry jelly donut, not really tasting its warm, dewy, sweetness.

...to be continued