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First day of work, like the first day of school and your teacher wasn't around. Other faculty and classmates were there, but your teacher was sick. Called in around 10, gave you work to do. Aye, aye, cap'n!
It was fun, I have to admit. It didn't feel like I did all that much, but heck, it's the first day. And listening to an album takes time.
I'm bringing a mug tomorrow.
I feel like I've been the victim of a practical joke, though. I was advised to wear corporate attire today because there was a news crew that was gonna take shots of the office, but the shoot was postponed and I wasn't advised of THAT, so I came in more dressed up than the bosses. Our team's boss was in a Hawaiian shirt and I thought, um, maybe I got the wrong memo?
I just felt weird being the first one to leave the office, even if I was already five minutes overtime. I know I'll get over that feeling weird part, but who am I to complain, right? All I did all day was watch bands on YouTube.
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BBEBTARFI: (upon the discovery of what I did all day) You Tuber!! Para kang kamote.
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I found a chapbook I made of my first blog that I distributed to three of my closest friends. I was reading it and was in awe of how it felt like the kind of novel I had always wanted to write - smart and witty and tongue-in-cheek but not taking itself too seriously. It's too short to be a novel but while reading it, I was thinking, wow. Over and over. It was kinda hard to believe that I wrote it at all, except I remember some of those things as things that really happened to me. Some of the other things, though, I'm like, eh?
I want the Pots to read it. It won't make them like a certain band better but at least they'll understand US better and maybe stop hurting our feelings. Or not. They have bigger things on their mind.
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Happy birthday to the best mother in the world:
the parentals
It's her birthday in 3... 2... 1... HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY!!!! I love you, Ma!
It was fun, I have to admit. It didn't feel like I did all that much, but heck, it's the first day. And listening to an album takes time.
I'm bringing a mug tomorrow.
I feel like I've been the victim of a practical joke, though. I was advised to wear corporate attire today because there was a news crew that was gonna take shots of the office, but the shoot was postponed and I wasn't advised of THAT, so I came in more dressed up than the bosses. Our team's boss was in a Hawaiian shirt and I thought, um, maybe I got the wrong memo?
I just felt weird being the first one to leave the office, even if I was already five minutes overtime. I know I'll get over that feeling weird part, but who am I to complain, right? All I did all day was watch bands on YouTube.
...
BBEBTARFI: (upon the discovery of what I did all day) You Tuber!! Para kang kamote.
...
I found a chapbook I made of my first blog that I distributed to three of my closest friends. I was reading it and was in awe of how it felt like the kind of novel I had always wanted to write - smart and witty and tongue-in-cheek but not taking itself too seriously. It's too short to be a novel but while reading it, I was thinking, wow. Over and over. It was kinda hard to believe that I wrote it at all, except I remember some of those things as things that really happened to me. Some of the other things, though, I'm like, eh?
I want the Pots to read it. It won't make them like a certain band better but at least they'll understand US better and maybe stop hurting our feelings. Or not. They have bigger things on their mind.
--
Happy birthday to the best mother in the world:
the parentals
It's her birthday in 3... 2... 1... HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAAAAAAY!!!! I love you, Ma!