After a month and a half of fermenting in lovely Laguna, I finally get a job offer from another ad agency. A Real one.

The office is at the Fort, and though I have to take two bus rides to get to it, the location is peaceful (because there's less smog and blaring jeepneys around). It was my first time to go there, and I was left with the impression ( Read more... )

So the first week has passed, though I haven't felt it much as I've been accompanying mother all over town, paying real property taxes and shopping for groceries and other knickknacks for my sister's prom dress. Baba finished my portfolio, which I think he did a fantastic job on, except that he's not really impressed with my sample works (hey, what ( Read more... )

So the boss offered me this: I resign effective tomorrow but become consultant til the end of the month, just so I can tide things over. I thought it was nice of him to consider that, til I was given the scope of duties : account management and PR ( Read more... )

 Is to get fired.
Let go.
Released.
thrown out.
unregularized.

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But somehow I anticipated not getting regularized, because, well, I didn't really see the point when my boss rarely assigns anything to me. What knocked the wind out of me was that my last day would be this Friday. And I have no back up plan. No pending application with other ad agencies ( Read more... )

I've never written of our troubles that much, except for our first few weeks when I found that you had very outdated expectations when it came to boyfriend-girlfriend stuff, but now I turn to my trusty blog to vent out what I feel. I will not put this on private, because I felt that hiding what I've felt, what I've thought, what I've wished, was ( Read more... )

I'm no longer a girl ( Read more... )

 i'm supposed to churn out 3000 words a day for my job. I said I wanted to write again when I left the corporate monotony that being a marketing julalay was. Sure I got what I wanted, I'm writing again, everyday of the week for the past ten months. But the rules are killing me. the quota is killing me. So I say to myself, this is what I wanted, and ( Read more... )

leaves me in a reflective mood
when i look at friends' pictures and see
weddings
live births
baptismals
and happy plastic co-workers

as i close each window
the more i feel my age
and how the years
slip by like
my hair through a brush
and how
i just seem to be losing
more and more
strands each day

is what it finally took (and the realization that I may be wasting my time and my 201 files on something that sucked the life force out of me) to quit my then very un-glamorous job as a marketing julalay. Yesterday was my 1st day at my new job (but today I'm absent because of the flu boohoo) as a copywriter ( Read more... )

Tuesday/Wednesday - LAX
Wednesday/Thursday - Centennial Terminal
Tuesday-MIAA to MActan International
Wednesday- Mactan International to MIAA again

Thursday and Friday - Makati.

Have I slept yet?

Nope.

Go!