Whew, that seemed like the longest two weeks of my life (but not quite the longest, though.) Anyway, haven't been attempting to write anything for this piece of personal literature for days now after being set free from the grindstone commonly known as "employment". I would've thought that I would jump at the opportunity to actually update my blog...but no, I wait til the week is almost over before I let myself sit down and write. Obviously, I was doing some delay-avoidance of my own (have a friend who's a certified expert in this). I didn't want to start writing because, then, I would have to start to thinking.

I actually had a choice whether to stay or not but given the circumstances, I'm not that desperate. Now, if I was offered a higher salary then I would have given it some thought. Not getting paid for overtime and not having transportation allowance is just too much considering that site work is definitely not an easy job. The work starts at 7AM...I get little respite from the sun, get caught daily in some brainless power tripping by some resident airhead, talk my head off giving instructions all day just hoping that thing's will turn out the way they should despite the language gap...by 5PM my legs were ready to give out. So now, I'm enjoying my vacation...thank you.

The hardest thing for me to do in this recent turn of events was to tell the parents of my recent unemployed state. I guess, I under-estimated the extent of my mom's resentment of my job (she was very vocal about her misgivings, to put it mildly, about me working in Cavite). The gist of her reaction went something like..."Well, it's about time". I don't know if I should be relieved or angry...a little bit of both maybe. There I was, working my ass off trying to make something of my job and I get all sorts of obstacles thrown in my face, the worst of which was the ones I got from home. Sigh.

Now, I'm at a another fork in the road. Should I follow the same path or abandon it for another? Ahh...decisions, decisions. Would I sink down to un-employment depression? Hope not. What I need is a good old fashioned way to resolve problems and answer questions on life in general. Fortune-telling.

Tarot reading, anyone?

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?

or I may be this one too...

Ottava rima? Me? That can't be right!    Too frivolous? But tut, there's no such thing! Let others ponder thoughts of wrong and right,    Or sit and think how much they love the spring; I'd rather spend my time in gleeful spite,    Or maybe laugh, or maybe sit and sing. Besides, it might be fun to be inspiring - But surely it would get so very tiring. What Poetry Form Are You?

Well, it's official. In two weeks, I will be joining the ranks of the unemployed. Apparently, my boss thought that I wasn't suited for site work.

I definitely agree with her...I was already planning on having a 'talk' with her at the start of the year but postponed it because there already were 3 consecutive resignations that time so I left it for February and forgot about it since things were lookin' up a bit. Then came the 'news' yesterday. I figure I got badmouthed by some unmentionable entity at the site...I guess I wasn't 'friendly' enough but, hey, it's so hard keeping myself from bitching around there that I suspect that I've been spending (wasting) too much energy on it. Anyway, you can't choose who you work with...you have to go with the flow or leave. I'm leaving.

Right now I just feel relieved to finally get out of there.

My only regret is that I lost the draw =(

At least my mom will be extremely happy with this news...only for a little while. She'll snap out of it when she remembers that we're having money problems again.

My last day is at the 15th, if the trend proves true a friend of mine will start a job the same day.