Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
One difference between my mom and my aunt is the way they welcome their husbands after a year of separation.
My mom would:
- Change the curtains
- Change the cover of the bed and the pillowcases
- Do a spring cleaning
- Check if all my father’s mechanical equipments are complete and working
My Auntie Happy (Dondon’s mother) would:
- Buy a new set of curtains
- Repaint the whole house
- Buy new furniture
- Rearrange what’s left of the old furniture
- Buy new doors
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As expected, I found job-hunting fun. But so far, the call center that Kathy and I applied for tops our list.
Even though I made a complete ass of myself during the second interview.
So why do you like to work for us?
I like your building. (It’s true. Kathy and I were salivating over the elevators’ “sorry to keep you waiting” lines, clocks on the wall telling internatioal time, the silver columns on the lobby—ahh the bliss of cold steel. But I don’t think any company would want to hire anybody who just likes to work because of the ambience.)
Why did you apply in our company?
I want to have a job right after graduation. (Warning bells rang in my head – “Shut up you stupid bitch! Didn’t you read somewhere that in this type of question, you should give answers that points to what the company will gain from you.”)
So how can you assure us that you can keep up with the shifting schedules?
Coffee. Lots and lotsa coffee.
Doesn’t that make you jittery?
Sometimes, I eat apple to keep me awake.
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Ay naku, I’m a living proof that journalists are better read than heard. If you think my writing sucks, you should hear me talk in English.
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Don’t worry Katkat, whatever happens, eighth floor will be ours forever!
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Another company asked us to write a short autobiography. I wrote something like this:
I slipped badly in the mud, banged my head on a flower pot, been hit on the forehead by a volleyball care of my crush, been bitten by my pet dog once, fell on a manhole twice, kept a diary for five years, was addicted to Coca-Cola in high school, fell helplessly in-love with my four-year-old cousin, was raised by my parents to believe in God, was taught by Anne Rice that God is not so infallible as He seems, and was spoiled to death by my relatives. And in between salon straightening and rantings against the injustices in life, I studied, I wrote, and I blogged. That pretty much sums up my life.
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Gosh, will I ever be qualified for a job? Any job?
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I welcome a small rock that has found a spot in the web of technology.
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