Family.... love 'em or hate 'em, they're stuck to you like a flea to a dog. While I have my issues with my rather irresponsible sisters, the one that earned my ire today is my rather snotty cousin and her ideas of success.
To be fair to her, she just asked a simple question what I was working on based on one of my Facebook statuses. While my friends simply encourage me with "go, go,go!", the cousin had to butt her head in and demand what I was working on. So in my rather sweet but snarky way I wrote that I was doing short projects for a corporate client. I can't exactly divulge the name on the internet since I just freelance but the next opportunity I get I will go to a full, detailed explanation of what I exactly do. Hmp. At least coffee-break friend appreciates the kind of analysis and writing I have to do. My snotty relatives do not. One of these days.....
Oh well, perhaps she means well. Still... I hate it when they start making you feel like the lowliest of lows. Oh well... I still snagged the best hubby around. Now I just need to produce the best babies. hehehe (bad).
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
...nuninuninu.... (twiddling my thumbs)
It's another one of those nights when I'm supposed to have a lot to do but I'm so bored I could cry. However, I relish the relative peace and quiet I have right now, away from the cacophony of noise at work. Still, it isn't me to be idle so here I am, blogging for all it's worth. (Nobody reads my blogs anyway. =) Still... It's here if you guys want to know what's on my rather woozy brain.
The past few weeks have been spent trying to make a fledging business work, trying (unsuccessfully) to collect on a few debts (c'mon! I was there when you needed help. I just want that help back. ASAP.), propping up a rather bruised ego and counseling a few friends. It's interesting how some parts of my personality emerge whatever situation I find myself in.
First, I hate failure. And i can still be persevering when the need arises. Maybe it's one of the reasons why despite mourning a career I am not sure I could get back to, I managed to make my small shop a success. Hey, I've only been operating for 2 months but at least I know I'm able to maintain its revenue stream, despite my chronic lateness (hehehe).
One surprising thing I found out a few days ago was that apparently, counselling is my calling. Well, not on a professional basis but even my friends would do. A friend recently confided her marriage was on the rocks and I had to help her process it in such a way that she has to find a resolution to the issue rather than resort to a quick and easy break. Of course, I had to ask the coffee-break guy for help because my friend had to see both points of view (hers and the SO). (Interestingly enough, we work well together. haha.)
Well, in between article assignments, a rather grumpy hubby (haay), a fledging micro-business and my own insecurities and what-nots, I still say it's been a rather interesting life so far. In between mindless games of "Plants vs. Zombies" (my latest stress-buster).
(Now... can I please go back to the corporate world? Or someone take pity on me and make me win the lottery. hehe)
The past few weeks have been spent trying to make a fledging business work, trying (unsuccessfully) to collect on a few debts (c'mon! I was there when you needed help. I just want that help back. ASAP.), propping up a rather bruised ego and counseling a few friends. It's interesting how some parts of my personality emerge whatever situation I find myself in.
First, I hate failure. And i can still be persevering when the need arises. Maybe it's one of the reasons why despite mourning a career I am not sure I could get back to, I managed to make my small shop a success. Hey, I've only been operating for 2 months but at least I know I'm able to maintain its revenue stream, despite my chronic lateness (hehehe).
One surprising thing I found out a few days ago was that apparently, counselling is my calling. Well, not on a professional basis but even my friends would do. A friend recently confided her marriage was on the rocks and I had to help her process it in such a way that she has to find a resolution to the issue rather than resort to a quick and easy break. Of course, I had to ask the coffee-break guy for help because my friend had to see both points of view (hers and the SO). (Interestingly enough, we work well together. haha.)
Well, in between article assignments, a rather grumpy hubby (haay), a fledging micro-business and my own insecurities and what-nots, I still say it's been a rather interesting life so far. In between mindless games of "Plants vs. Zombies" (my latest stress-buster).
(Now... can I please go back to the corporate world? Or someone take pity on me and make me win the lottery. hehe)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Musings and what-nots
Okay... guilty pleasure number... what the heck, I was bored out of my mind and needed something to laugh at.
The blog and multiply site in question was by a rather weird friend who is part genius, part weirdo, a brilliant writer, rather sweet but blunt and utterly clueless about girls. Gosh, sometimes I cannot believe I went out with the guy (and had fun naman. In an innocent way. It was college.)
Okay, I'm being mean. But the cosplay was the final straw. Not the pirate or army-looking stuff. It was him pretending to be Edward Cuellen from Twilight. Robert Pattison you're not, my friend. Anyway, just goes to show you how fate is so right sometimes. I liked Jacob Black better. =)
The blog and multiply site in question was by a rather weird friend who is part genius, part weirdo, a brilliant writer, rather sweet but blunt and utterly clueless about girls. Gosh, sometimes I cannot believe I went out with the guy (and had fun naman. In an innocent way. It was college.)
Okay, I'm being mean. But the cosplay was the final straw. Not the pirate or army-looking stuff. It was him pretending to be Edward Cuellen from Twilight. Robert Pattison you're not, my friend. Anyway, just goes to show you how fate is so right sometimes. I liked Jacob Black better. =)
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Brain Freeze
Ennui has set in.
Four months of fruitless job searching is starting to take its toll. I'm angsty, irritable and close to despair as the job websites feature precious little of the jobs I'm qualified. I knew beforehand how hard the jobmarket would be in this economy but sometimes you can't help but hope you'd be the exemption to the norm. Just my luck.
I can't help but wonder if my qualifications are lacking, I can't do the job or I just had the misfortune of meeting bosses who think that a diploma or the number of people handled are accurate measures of being a good leader. Maybe they are factors but I can't help wishing they could look beyond the obvious and look for someone more forward-thinking. (Yes, mainly me. =p, I'm allowed to be cheeky. It's my blog after all.)
I guess I'm just not happy being stuck at home right now although I know of a lot of people who would rather have my life. Well, it just goes to show how we humans just can't get no satisfaction. Well, I like that my office commute is just a flight of stairs 5 minutes after I wake up and I don't have a boss looking over my shoulder if I'm wasting company resources on Facebook. I don't like the stiffling midday heat and the lack of company though. But that's how it is.
I suppose I should feel lucky that I have several clients I receive a steady stream of work from. Not many people who lose their job have a fallback plan they can rely on while I had them simply waiting for my return. And somehow, when one source's volume starts going down, somehow one or another source picks up the slack. Sometimes I have too much work coming in I have to turn down some assignments.
I do feel lucky but the constant writing and thinking can sometimes take their toll. It isn't easy churning out insights and analysis all the time. And since I'm a social creature, cabin fever is a constant challenge. I am so desperate for company I chat with almost everybody I encounter - interviewers, interviewees, friends and sometimes even strangers. It doesn't help that the hubby is so mum about his work and is usually too tired to talk to me when he comes home at night. Now I so try to understand his side but being alone all day can drive one crazy.
Oh well. Unfortunately, this situation is predicted to last for a few more months so I'd have to wait for the right company that can finally afford to hire me (hahaha). In the meantime, I ought to focus my attentions to my freelance work. I guess as long as I can pay my share of the bills things are still all right. I do have a lot to be thankful.
Here's crossing my fingers it doesn't drive me nuts in the meantime. =)
Four months of fruitless job searching is starting to take its toll. I'm angsty, irritable and close to despair as the job websites feature precious little of the jobs I'm qualified. I knew beforehand how hard the jobmarket would be in this economy but sometimes you can't help but hope you'd be the exemption to the norm. Just my luck.
I can't help but wonder if my qualifications are lacking, I can't do the job or I just had the misfortune of meeting bosses who think that a diploma or the number of people handled are accurate measures of being a good leader. Maybe they are factors but I can't help wishing they could look beyond the obvious and look for someone more forward-thinking. (Yes, mainly me. =p, I'm allowed to be cheeky. It's my blog after all.)
I guess I'm just not happy being stuck at home right now although I know of a lot of people who would rather have my life. Well, it just goes to show how we humans just can't get no satisfaction. Well, I like that my office commute is just a flight of stairs 5 minutes after I wake up and I don't have a boss looking over my shoulder if I'm wasting company resources on Facebook. I don't like the stiffling midday heat and the lack of company though. But that's how it is.
I suppose I should feel lucky that I have several clients I receive a steady stream of work from. Not many people who lose their job have a fallback plan they can rely on while I had them simply waiting for my return. And somehow, when one source's volume starts going down, somehow one or another source picks up the slack. Sometimes I have too much work coming in I have to turn down some assignments.
I do feel lucky but the constant writing and thinking can sometimes take their toll. It isn't easy churning out insights and analysis all the time. And since I'm a social creature, cabin fever is a constant challenge. I am so desperate for company I chat with almost everybody I encounter - interviewers, interviewees, friends and sometimes even strangers. It doesn't help that the hubby is so mum about his work and is usually too tired to talk to me when he comes home at night. Now I so try to understand his side but being alone all day can drive one crazy.
Oh well. Unfortunately, this situation is predicted to last for a few more months so I'd have to wait for the right company that can finally afford to hire me (hahaha). In the meantime, I ought to focus my attentions to my freelance work. I guess as long as I can pay my share of the bills things are still all right. I do have a lot to be thankful.
Here's crossing my fingers it doesn't drive me nuts in the meantime. =)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Early Morning Blubbering
I can't sleep.
The humidity and heat is almost unbearable. I suppose global warming is catching up to us and it's a scary thought. Anyway, I'm bracing myself for a rather hot summer.
And when it's early morning, the ghosts of the past come rushing by. While I've learned not to reget the past, sometimes the naivete I had before just astounds me. 'Sigh' Don't you ever wish you possessed the wisdom you had right now when you were 16? 18? 23? Oh well, I guess some of the fun while growing up is in letting yourself make the mistakes you made. Sometimes, you never know when fate decides to smile on you and lead you to serendipity.
I should know. Or else I might not have met The One. =D
The humidity and heat is almost unbearable. I suppose global warming is catching up to us and it's a scary thought. Anyway, I'm bracing myself for a rather hot summer.
And when it's early morning, the ghosts of the past come rushing by. While I've learned not to reget the past, sometimes the naivete I had before just astounds me. 'Sigh' Don't you ever wish you possessed the wisdom you had right now when you were 16? 18? 23? Oh well, I guess some of the fun while growing up is in letting yourself make the mistakes you made. Sometimes, you never know when fate decides to smile on you and lead you to serendipity.
I should know. Or else I might not have met The One. =D
Saturday, December 6, 2008
New Leaf
The company I worked for recently let go of several employees due to slow business and fortunately for me, I was one of them. It's a weird reaction, I know, but if you've worked there, it's actually the best thing to happen to me. Well, the check they gave me was the best thing to happen to my career so far. (hehe)
Well, lucky for me I still have my writing gig so I'm not exactly left with nothing to do. And I know I've a lot of marketable skills. I just hope I find a job soon. But then, working for myself isn't so bad as well. Who knows? I might just become an entrepreneur. =)
Well, lucky for me I still have my writing gig so I'm not exactly left with nothing to do. And I know I've a lot of marketable skills. I just hope I find a job soon. But then, working for myself isn't so bad as well. Who knows? I might just become an entrepreneur. =)
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Murphy's Law - Quiquay Style
Can life get any weirder than it is right now?
Yup, the coffee-break friend (ex-boylet) strikes back and his proposition left me rather bewildered and staring at his back quizzically.
Did he or didn't he just ask me the unimaginable? (He did.)
Was he kidding? (He wasn't. He was serious.)
Why? (I honestly don't know. But we'll get to that later.)
It started when he asked me for the nth time when I was going to introduce him to the girls I knew, preferably those who were meantime-girl material. Exasperated, I told him bluntly that they were a rare breed (used to be one myself and it isn't exactly a pretty place to be). Most of the females I knew were looking for long-term relationships and I told him quite frankly it wasn't something he could offer.
This I knew from witnessing his latest mini-meltdown stemming from a simple chat with his ex-gf. In my rather unique brand of counselling, I told him that despite of what he thinks that he has moved on with his life, he's still stuck with the past. Unless he lets go of his sweet misery, he's never going to be free. Well, he does have a lot of things going against him - stemming from the fact that he is supposed to be unavailable - in short, he's leg shackled - lock, stock and barrel.
Okay, after that rather blunt set-down from me, he stared at me rather ponderingly and replied, "Then it'll have to be you then."
What???!!! Was he asking me out because he liked me or because he thought I was the last choice? While I was resolved not to let it go anywhere, I don't think I liked the fact that I was a last choice either.
I ignored that comment last week until I got a call from him early this week asking me if I was free to meet with him. I met him at the mall, curious about what he wanted. And it wasn't hard to figure it out once I got there. Still, I ought to be thankful for the ill-timing because even if I had the time, he didn't. (haha! I'm such a meanie.) Things weren't over yet because I needed to know why he would even ask me again knowing I couldn't anymore. Besides, I was not exactly in the best of shape.
So I asked him "Why me?" in my usual way - bluntly. Unfortunately, I didn't exactly get the answer I expected.
"Because you're my friend."
Now what is that supposed to mean?
Well, I didn't ask him further because it made sense to him - and no matter how he explained it, I still wouldn't get it.
Still, thank goodness for some quirky fate that messed up things that night. It wasn't exactly a path I wanted to take. Okay, I'm still tempted (he IS cute) but I would appreciate a little help in avoiding it. hehe.
Yup, the coffee-break friend (ex-boylet) strikes back and his proposition left me rather bewildered and staring at his back quizzically.
Did he or didn't he just ask me the unimaginable? (He did.)
Was he kidding? (He wasn't. He was serious.)
Why? (I honestly don't know. But we'll get to that later.)
It started when he asked me for the nth time when I was going to introduce him to the girls I knew, preferably those who were meantime-girl material. Exasperated, I told him bluntly that they were a rare breed (used to be one myself and it isn't exactly a pretty place to be). Most of the females I knew were looking for long-term relationships and I told him quite frankly it wasn't something he could offer.
This I knew from witnessing his latest mini-meltdown stemming from a simple chat with his ex-gf. In my rather unique brand of counselling, I told him that despite of what he thinks that he has moved on with his life, he's still stuck with the past. Unless he lets go of his sweet misery, he's never going to be free. Well, he does have a lot of things going against him - stemming from the fact that he is supposed to be unavailable - in short, he's leg shackled - lock, stock and barrel.
Okay, after that rather blunt set-down from me, he stared at me rather ponderingly and replied, "Then it'll have to be you then."
What???!!! Was he asking me out because he liked me or because he thought I was the last choice? While I was resolved not to let it go anywhere, I don't think I liked the fact that I was a last choice either.
I ignored that comment last week until I got a call from him early this week asking me if I was free to meet with him. I met him at the mall, curious about what he wanted. And it wasn't hard to figure it out once I got there. Still, I ought to be thankful for the ill-timing because even if I had the time, he didn't. (haha! I'm such a meanie.) Things weren't over yet because I needed to know why he would even ask me again knowing I couldn't anymore. Besides, I was not exactly in the best of shape.
So I asked him "Why me?" in my usual way - bluntly. Unfortunately, I didn't exactly get the answer I expected.
"Because you're my friend."
Now what is that supposed to mean?
Well, I didn't ask him further because it made sense to him - and no matter how he explained it, I still wouldn't get it.
Still, thank goodness for some quirky fate that messed up things that night. It wasn't exactly a path I wanted to take. Okay, I'm still tempted (he IS cute) but I would appreciate a little help in avoiding it. hehe.
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