Help, I dig my own grave!

Last night, I woke up with severe upper right back pain and an aching throat. I couldn't explain the feeling but pain caused me to absent from job that day. I was awake all night for not feeling well especially that during the prior weekend I was suffering from peptic ulcer. I could not remember anymore what time I was able to rest myself to sleep. When I woke up this morning, I was a bit okay and friends have actually advised me to just give my tired body much of a rest. Amidst me sitting in front of the porch, I realized these pains are something I never experienced before, knowing that I used to have a very healthy strong immune system. Could it be that my job has taken its toll on me already?! Not sure...I am frightened... here's what I found out...

1. Reports say that working night shift could increase women's risk of breast cancer. The disruption of body clock could hinder the production of melatonin that increases our risk of cancer. *melatonin is known as a substance that helps prevent cancer cells from growing*.

2. Deep Vein Thrombosis (DVT). Something we can acquire from sitting and taking in calls for long hours. The said medical condition can cause blood clot forming that could travel and eventually lodge our heart or lungs.

3. BurnOut Stress Syndrome (BOSS). This can cause high psychological job stress and depression. Symptoms include chronic fatigue and stress which could affect the heart and endocrine system, insomnia.

4. Muskuloskeletal Disorder- outsourcing body pain along the work.

5. Computer Vision Syndrome- Soreness, dryness, blurred vision, light sensitivity and headache.

6. Dysphonia- inability to speak, pain croakiness of voice, irritating cough, poor vocal power, inability to modulate and breathing difficulties.

7. Severe Stomach Related problems

8. Ear Problems

9. Sleeping Disorders.

10. Acoustic Shocks- any temporary or permanent disturbance of the functioning of the ear, or of the nervous system, which may be caused to the user of a telephone earphone by a sudden sharp rise in the acoustic pressure produced by it".

We, call center agents are often told to satisfy customers by providing excellent customer service. We have lots of unmanaged stress and pressure cause partly by customers who have unaddressesd issues of their own. We often hear them bad-mouthing us and we as an ever loyal blinded employees are told by our employers to just grin and bear it. tsk! tsk! tsk!

References:

http://www.tingog.com/technology/call-center-operators-at-risk-for-deadly-dvt.html

Human Resource Management and Occupational safety By Carol Boyd

http://www.ijoem.com/article.asp?issn=0019-5278;year=2005;volume=9;issue=3;spage=129;epage=132;aulast=Sudhashree

http://www.bpoindia.org/research/human-issues-in-call-centers.shtml

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/6157350.stm

Dear Brokenhearted,

I just came from the gym with lots of heart-wrecking things to tell you... the deepest feeling of melancholy triggered by the heavy rain had open floodgate of emotions which I wish to escape from...how I wish rain would make me numb and incapable of recognizing pain, emptiness, and sadness...

...I'm sorry I am too busy to sit down with you right now and enumerate disappointing things that happened today but I'll get back to you as soon as I can...

Sleepyhead,
Rhoda

One Fine Fruitas Moment

Sweaty and all that..we never get to skip one fine fruitas moment in one of the comfy Alimall Cubao couches after work out. And here's what my sleepy eyes caught while staring at Fruitas cup...read on...

Strawberry a good refreshing cleanser for the whole body. Orange helps in cleaning up your

system. Melon a gentle laxative that stimulates action on the kidney. Watermelon stimulates the appetite,

while cleansing the bladder and the kidneys. Apple helps relieve indigestion. Keep cholesterol still and

suppress the appetite. Banana an excellent aid in digestion. Mango gives energy, vitality and promotes

healthy skin. Papaya an energy booster that stimulates the appetite and cleanses the internal organ.

Pineapple aids in the digestion of protein. Grape an excellent metabolism stimulator.:)

I found out apple shake tastes great. You should try it.

*The stalking Cubao clouds were always been raining since we started meeting Kuya Eoji of Telus Cubao GYm. Working out/shopping (Lol) has been a great outlet of releasing stress. I personally would not mind strolling amidst the rain just to get there.

12 killed as boat capsizes on way to Puerto Galera

"Let's all pray for TC Nina Cads eternal repose. She encountered a boat accident yesterday on her way to Puerto Galera." I woke up last sunday with this text message coming from my supervisor TC Mac. I was shocked. I had to read all over again, scroll up and down looking for some twist of joke in his message but booom...it ended there. Her face registered right through my head when another unread message confirmed what the first tried to say, "Nina Cads died in an accident today at Puerto Galera. The boat was hit with big waves and it flipped over. She was declared dead on arrival by the doctor around 3:25pm. She was with TC Mae Benitez during that time. It was Mae's team building, 6 agents joined the activity. We have a total of 8 participants 2 of which were Mae and Nina. All of them survived except Nina. We are now coordinating with local authorities regarding the transport of her body. I have already informed Boss JP and Boss JC. Bodge already informed Nina's family. I already spoke with Nina's father regarding the travel details. Please cascade to your tam and let's offer a prayer for Nina's soul. May she rest in peace." I immediately texted my friend then to gather further information about the accident. I don't know. It's just that I couldn't believe it happened in just a snap of a finger...especially for someone I used to always see in my workplace. Immeasurable pain surfaced me thinking as to how her family and friend would react upon hearing what had happened. I couldn't imagine how it broke their heart..it's way beyond thoughts. Until now, I still get goose bumps all over whenever it crosses my mind. My sincere condolences to the family of the victims. Prayers for them and strength to those who were left behind.

12 Killed as boat capsizes on way to Puerto Galera

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Overloading and tinuturong dahilan ng pagtaob ng nasabing ferry. Sa 42 katao na maximum capacity nito, 55 ang itinakdang sakay ng nasabing sasakyan nitong sabado. Marami sa mga biktimang namatay ay pawang mga bata na sa murang edad ay pinagkaitan na agad ng pagkakataong lumaki at abutin ang kanilang pangarap. Tsk tsk! Hindi ako nagkaroon ng oras para makita ang sakit sa mukha ng mga naiwan nilang pamilya at iba pang mahal sa buhay pero ang isiping nawalan ka, nawalan sila ay sapat na para maramdaman ko na unti-unti lumalatay din ang sakit na iyon sa puso ko. 12 katao ang kailangang mag buwis ng buhay dahil sa malaking kapabayaan at pagiging iresponsable ng mga taong namumuno sa ferry. Huwag tayong sumugal kapag buhay ang pinag uusapan dahil tulad ng buhay ng mga opisyal ng ferry na ito, may mga taong sumasaya dahil sa kanila..mga tao na lumuluha ngayon at umaasa na sana malagpasan din nila ng matiwasay ang alon na dulot ng sakit ng pagkawala.

A few reminders before taking in calls. ..

track our xfers.

wear your EOP pins or else HR will be IRing (do what now?!) you...

don't laugh like a hyena

always pray before you start your shift

don't leave your car keys inside your car

eat healthy

take in calls with a smile

don't forget to wake up when you are sleeping in the snooze box.

To: Sweetrhoda

From: Darkcupid

Sulat ni Sir Val after extensive comm.skills and prod specs training...

I want to see CGE Batch 38 shine!

Hi guys,

Today, my responsibility to all of you as a trainer stops. Do not treat me anymore as your trainer but as your friend. I believe that I have imparted to you not just the policies and procedures of the account but the culture as well. CGE is a fun account and it recognizes each person’s talents. I hope I can see you let go of your hesitations and show the talents that you have. I also hope that you can find friends aside from your co-trainees. I just would like to thank y’all for the lessons you taught me. Alam n’yo naman na kayo ang first time ko. At memorable ang first time. I am looking forward to the day that I will be able to see your names on the different recognition bulletins. I can’t wait for your commendations to keep on coming. If ever you need me, I am just around. To the QAAs, see you during calibrations, train-the-trainer sessions and PEP rally. I attached one of the articles that I love most. This became a refuge for me. It let me see things when I was beneath the rubble of crap. Enjoy reading.

The Awakening by Virginia Swift
The Awakening
A time comes in your life when you finally get it. When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and through a mantle of wet lashes you begin to look at the world through new eyes.
This is your awakening. You realize that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change, or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. You come to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and you are not Cinderella and that in the real world there aren't always fairy tale endings (or beginnings for that matter). and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with you, and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.
You awaken to the fact that you are not perfect, and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what you are and its OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.) And you learn the importance of loving and championing yourself, and in the process a sense of newly found confidence is born of self-approval.
You stop bitching and blaming other people for the things they did to you (or didn't do for you) and you learn that the only thing you can really count on is the unexpected. You learn that not everyone will always be there for you, and that it's not always about you. So, you learn to stand on your own and to take care of yourself and in the process a sense of safety and security is born of self-reliance.
You stop judging and pointing fingers, and you begin to accept people as they are, and to over look their shortcomings and human frailties and in the process a sense of peace and contentment is born of forgiveness.
You realize that much of the way you view yourself, and the world around you, is a result of all the messages and opinions that have been ingrained into your psyche. And you begin to sift through all the crap you've been fed about how you should behave, how you should look, how much you shouldn't weigh, what you should wear, where you should shop, what you should drive, how and where you should live, what you should do for a living, who you should sleep with, who you should marry, what you should expect of a marriage, the importance of having and raising children, or what you owe your parents.
You learn to open up to new worlds and different points of view. And you begin reassessing and redefining who you are and what you really stand for. You learn the difference between wanting and needing, and you begin to discard the doctrines and values you've outgrown, or should never have bought into to begin with, and in the process you learn to go with your instincts. You learn to distinguish between guilt and responsibility, and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO. You learn that the only cross to bear is the one you choose to carry, and that martyrs get burned at the stake.
Then you learn about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving, and when to walk away. You learn not to project your needs or your feelings onto a relationship. You learn that you will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable, or important because of the man or woman on your arm or the child that bears your name.
You learn to look at relationships as they really are and not as you would have them be. You stop trying to control people, situations, and outcomes. You learn that just as people grow and change, so it is with love. and you learn that you don't have the right to demand love on your terms. Just to make you happy. And, you learn that 'alone' does not mean lonely.
And you look in the mirror and come to terms with the fact that you will never be a size 5 or a perfect 10 and you stop trying to compete with the image inside your head and agonizing over how you "stack up." You also stop working so hard at putting feelings aside, smoothing things over, and ignoring your needs.
You learn that feelings of entitlement are perfectly OK. . . and that it is your right to want things that you want. and that sometimes it is necessary to make demands. You come to the realization that you deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity, and respect, and you will not settle for less. And you allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes you, to glorify you with his or her touch. and in the process you internalize the meaning of self-respect.
And you learn that your body really is your temple. You begin eating a balanced diet, drinking more water, and taking more time to exercise. You learn that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear, so you take more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul, so you take more time to laugh and to play.
You learn that, for the most part, in life you get what you believe you deserve. and that much of life is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You learn that anything worth achieving is worth working for, and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen. More importantly, you learn that in order to achieve success, you need direction, discipline, and perseverance.
You also learn that no one can do it all alone and its OK to risk asking for help. You learn that the only thing you must truly fear is the great robber baron of all time: FEAR itself. You learn to step right into and through your fears, because you know that whatever happens you can handle it, and to give in to fear is to give away the right to live life on your terms.
You learn to fight for your life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. You learn that life isn't always fair, you don't always get what you think you deserve, and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people. On these occasions you learn not to personalize things. You learn that God isn't punishing you or failing to answer your prayers. It's just life happening. And you learn to deal with evil in its most primal state - the ego.
You learn that negative feelings such as anger, envy, and resentment must be understood and redirected, or they will suffocate the life out of you and poison the universe that surrounds you.

Tama na ang drama..Go auto in!

B.A.T.C.H 38

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Oo na....panget ang mood ko pag bagong gising!!!!

Summer R A I N

Oh rain...I missed you.

You never fail to fascinate me.♥

Beauty

Yesterday was an awful day. It was another asshole day for me and for the first time, I regretted how many hours of my life for being with someone else's company. My friend was a major turn-off. For one, I had seen him talked to the almost aged cab driver in his most annoying way and I hate it...so much it immediately broke my heart. I managed to glance back to the driver's side as he (my friend) irritatingly talked. I felt sorry. Once again, my instinct worked on him and I dislike the impression it initially created.

This morning I woke up quite fine. Until I sit on the couch and with the cloud's view, I remember how terrible yesterday was. It's there, as if hanging on each thread of summer sky. In a moment, I directly snap out of it. It's not worth it. My friend did not surely deserve the effort I gave to meet him. Believe me, between him and my squared fingernails, I would gladly choose the latter. As I go on contemplating about what had happened, I realize I could write something beautiful out of it. Lemme start with my fingernails:)

1. JHONA, The Manicurist- (I hope I remember her name right) I was inside this particular parlor having my regular manicure, pedicure, and hair trim session when an old man came in sour-graping. He said he just came in from another salon to have his pedicure and paid how many bucks but the person previously in-charged was unable to do it right. He left that said salon. He was not satisfied and came in here to have it done again (oo, ipapaulit n'ya). One of the assistants immediately came over to look at the man's toenails. From the look in her face, I can understand that his was a typical old man's toenails..hard, thick yellowish nails ( almost dead na nga). I saw Jhona, my attendant, shook her head. That was because she knew she has to deal with the old man and with the kind of toenails he has, it would be a battle:)). While waiting, the old man told story. We learned that he was sleeping around Pateros Municipal Hall. His children we're all married and he, sadly, was left alone..(haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy), homeless, jobless. Moving forward, Jhona beautifully finished my manicure and pedicure service. Reluctantly, he called in the old man, "Tay, magpapalinis po kayo? Dito po tayo..." (pointing to the seat). The old man followed together with his plastic bag and sit. He showed Jhona his toenails and how he wanted it to be done. Jhona replied, "Baka po masaktan kayo pag tinanggal natin yan.." The old man said no. "Yaan n'yo tay aayusin natin yan." I sensed comfort in Jhona's soft melodic voice. I was staring at her. Jhona was God's gift to the old man.

2. The Hair Stylist's Daughter- A frowning hair stylist was trimming down my hair when her child barely around 3-4 yrs old came over and softly, she asked... "mama bibili ko ng yakult, pwede?" The hair stylist gave some coins and the cute child run away to buy. When she returned, she gave some change to her mom and sweetly she said, "mama o sukli...mama inom ka..." I can't forget the sunshine in her smile and her sweet li'l voice. The kid was so smart; I could almost feel the warmth in her. Suddenly, I realized...she was there to give smile to her frowning mom.

3. The Taxi Driver- It was around 6:30pm of that same day when I left the house to meet my asshole friend. He was already in the meeting place bombarding me with text messages while I was stuck in a short traffic along Forbes. It was then that the taxi driver discovered he forgot to have his meter on. Worried, he turned to me and asked, "Lagi po ba kayo nagtataxi?" . I nod my head. It was a silent message saying I just go ahead and pay the normal rate that I always pay. I know. In a similar case, some would instantly grab the chance to name their fooling price (naka-experience na ko nito) but this driver had done otherwise. In return, I handed him the normal rate that I usually pay and some deserved extra charge for an honesty that I recognized in his eyes. I called it pay in good faith. :))

Wow!

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convincing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

My Brain

Your Brain is Creative

You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy. You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts. People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused. But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.

What Pattern Is Your Brain?

Writer

You Should Be a Film Writer

You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind. You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life. Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling. And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!

What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/">What Type of Writer Should You Be?

July

<= Meet July. Ahhehehe...Hindi July and real name nya. A friend just invented it for me kasi maraming nakakakilala sa kanya. Kung sa Accounting and Partneship pa..isa syang Corporation...ahehehe in short madaming nag mamay-ari. Recently, nagkatxt kami..uhm..curious kayo na...wala, he was just inviting me to do business with him. Syempre, I refused. hahaha. siguro iniisip nyo ang tanga ko kasi it could be a start na of a beautiful love story noh...EEEEEeeeeeeee! Mali! As far as I know, he is soon getting married na din..Well, no hard feelings on my part..sabi nga..I remember the boy, but I don't remember the feeling anymore. Ahhehee...

(I wrote this short story when I was in college. Those which are highlighted were facts)

My Familliar Stranger

Everything had changed. Could I ever move on?
Spending the first day of vacation. I found myself heading my way through the City of ******. Going to this place, I can't help but stop the car as I passed through the road of my Alma Mater. As if something keeps dragging my feet inside that institution. Unbelievable, I should be mending a wrecked heart yet, here I am musing over the bitterest thoughts I had of you. I got off the car and dash my way to the entrance. A proverbial sensation engulfs me. Years had gone by but memories remained fresh on my mind. I could even still hear him strumming the guitar while humming his much loved tune of the song 'This I promise you.' A song he never sung for me...

Love of a LIfetime, that was how I unquestionably describe it. Nine years ago, I was just a freshman-marketing student in this school when I met a guy who was two years ahead of me. A guy I didn't even know personally but have captured me from crown to toe, heart and soul. At first, I thought what I had felt for him then was just a momentary admiration...a mere infatuation that fades in time but soon, I had realized that I love him more deeply than I know.

Loving him had made me a totally different person. Do things I never do to any man in my life and though against my principles, every week with the help of a trusted friend I was able to bridge the wall between us. I sent him bundles of cards and messages. He didn't even know where it came from and by this situation he didn't even find it out. For over a year, I sneak behind that facade, even until his last few days of stay in this school. Little did he know, on his graduation day I was just standing beside the corner...teary-eyed. A week after, I learned he had left for ***** to take his CPA review. I had no idea when he will be coming back or is he really coming back? BUt then, with my fingers crossed, I told myself, "Someday we'll be seeing each other again."

Definitely, my last two years in this university became the most boring moment I've ever experienced, yet, focusing myself with my studies was a relief. With these, I had easily fended off thoughts about those mesmerizing pair of eyes until finally, it was my time to go. As soon as I finished, I flew back to ****, the place where I spent my first sixteen years of existence. There I had the better opportunity to work in a prestigious advertising company. With money and fame I am at the zenith of my success. Yes I should be utterly contented, happy and satisfied but what's the essence of that without hm, I asked.

Day came when loneliness succumb me. I missed the good old days with my friends and most of all, seeing him standing beside his civic car way back in college. God knows I never stop searching for him even if I had to fail a million times. Has love always been a fairytale? I waited and I'll always keep on waiting for that perfect moment when love ill come knocking on my door.

Soon, I left for a long week business conference in Baguio. Who would have guess I'll be seeing him there? For exactly nine years I've nursed him in my heart and was allowed to occupy a great portion of it. A companion came and introduced us to each other, making me found out that he himself was already a booming business tycoon. Fetching as ever, he did not seem to recognize that somewhere in college we had been classmates in one of our Marketing class. Distressed, I tried to act as if everything was fine. Anyway, though it's hard on my part, we started to be at ease with each other's presence. In fact, he had shown great joy upon discovering that we used to be schoolmates before.

They say that every beginning has its own end. Tomorrow, I'll be back at my office and face the voluminous pile of paper works over my table. That night we went out for a long walk down the shore. Sitting on the velvet sand, comforted by the galaxy of stars. I sensed the gentle blow of the evening breeze touching my back. "COld?" He asked. I shook my head, still, he held me close and sheltered beneath the warmth of his embrace. Inside I heard my heart saying, "I love him more than ever..." Nestled in his arm...that is how I wanted to see myself forever. Then, we parted ways. No words, no goodbyes.

Love isn't worthy if you don't give it a chance.

The following morning I was walking down the street where his suite was located only to hear the hotel receptionist say, "Sorry ma'am but he had just checked out." I felt the world on my shoulder. My knees were trembling that I had to hold bars for a support. Sure enough, I can never be happy in this life.

Five years had passed after that incident. I am still the same girl who valued him the best way I can. Weeping terribly, I run and speed up the car.

Yesterday just before I asked for this vacation, I realized my heart still beats for him. I flew to his place with a plan to create a romantic ending of my own love story but I was dumbfounded to find out I was twenty-four hours late. My tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes knowing that he is married to someone already♥

Shame on The Government System That We Have

Kalampag!!! (Gising natutulog na Gloria!)

Below is the complete article written by Chip Tsao calling our country as The Nation of Servants.

Full text of 'The War at Home' by Chip Tsao Updated April 01, 2009 12:50 AM

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen onboard. We can live with that-—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That's no big problem-—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.But hold on-—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: There are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as HK$3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don't flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell everyone of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her Government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.Oh yes. The Government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout 'China, Madam/Sir' loudly whenever they hear the word "Spratly". They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, "Long live Chairman Mao!" at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that's going a bit too far, at least for the time being.

Tsk tsk!

Auto In

Customer Service can be the most stressful job depending on the account you guys are handling. Believe me, I am currently working for the most pressure-causing one and it haunts me even in dreams. I am in fact on my way to thinking and completely realizing that call centre is really not the most promising, rewarding, and ideal job for me since it requires more effort on my part to absorb and negate its numerous disadvantages which includes irate customers, racism, and tedious almost endless explanations of things to a number of those who called in yet refused to understand. Contrary to these, they are way well-manageable. Pacifying yell-at-the-top-of-their0lungs customers and giving them a one-time resolution they needed are where self-achievements would set in. Just give them a time to vent in and they would bend over.

Honestly, I used to have this perception that working in this kind of industry would be the most appealing career for those of my age. I can't exactly pin point the explanation but that was how my mind used to function in relation to it; especially for someone like me who came from beating the deadliest deadline of office works, it came like a knight in shining armour to my defence.

As I write, I realized I've been attending 2am shift for more than six months now. The comfort of snooze box warmly altered the feeling of my own bedroom and my 30-minute break is surprisingly giving me grand minutiae of sleep. Sounds good! The alien had fully swallowed the predator in me. I am enticed.

"Thank you for calling *********, this is Stephanie, May I confirm who am I speaking with?", confusingly, I was able to successfully adapt to the expedited and extensive change of things in my work environment. I was amazed. It was as if I have a robotic system in me that perfectly jives and performs according to a snap of its fingers. Suddenly, my mind is blindly designed to bow down to its known highness. My heart greatly detests.

Undoubtedly, I am one of the unknown black sheep among the puppets. Well, to clarify things it was not innate. I used to be the dancing tulips that grace and glorify the floor. The inevitably twisted changes have unreasonably withered me. I was not given enough right to properly adjust to altering rules considering that they spawn like an everyday queue on my avaya. The law? Everything should efficiently happen in a jiffy...Best in class performance, so they say.

I remember a month ago, I was on the verge of calling it quits. My work mode mood was in a hiatus then. Everything seems to be spiralling out of control. The stemming new laws and regulations are morally and emotionally making me feel like a down-trodden individual in a hot seat. I could not bow down to idols, I swear! Manipulation is an art they have fully perfected through unstopping practice in disguise of us. If there is any reason why the sun still shines on the floor, it is because of the pure laughter and fun that wake me up and melt the heavy uncomfortable feeling that confronts me from my way to entrance. It is because of those people who were never clouded with the thought of fame, connections, promotions, and the damn ideals of politicking..people who would not kiss an ass because they know their worth and they achieved whatever they have achieved not merely out of "utang na loob" but rather because they deserve it. After all, we all got hired because we know and they believe in our capabilities, skills, and abilities.

Our jobs should give us not only a sense of stability but also the feeling of security...emotionally, morally. It should be able to supply us not only in a monetary way but more importantly, should provide us inner self-achievements and emotional satisfaction. This reminds me one of the facebook games (yes guys, facebook!). The game is called Metropolis. You play it in such a way that if the happiness of the people in your world decreases their happiness to a certain percentage, the industry will stop earning tax revenue anymore. How ideal! If same thing applies, a lot of companies will eventually lose their resources.

So this is how call centre operates my life. Compared to the minimum wage that the government offers, I, for now, would rather take in calls than wallow with the disappointment that the society and the government itself could not afford to give its people a more decent job. This is where brilliant minds thrive. For now, let's flock on the floor and cater the excellent customer service that we guys are trained to do. In the meantime, I would blindly believe that the future is friendly. I am at the greenest pasture...deaf, mute and blind:) Have a safe day!♥

Love

Finally, I fell out of your spell.

KALAMPAG!!!

(kalampag--v. para sa mga taong kailangang gumising at dumilat. Isang malakas na kalampag ang hatid ko sa inyo)

This comment made me agreeably smile this morning..

"kung mangingidnap kayo, pwede po ba mangidnap kayo yung mga corrupt na...Hindi na po kami magbibigay ng ransom. Gawin n'yo na kung ano gusto n'yong gawin..."

*ANTHONY TAVERNA on Kidnapping REd CRoss People.