Saturday, July 18, 2009



It's rest day alas! Yeabah!!! XD Shit. A week of doing nothing but pronouncing words...focusing on the soft and hard /th/ sound, and the sort of, and studying a few of product information, give me nothing but shits for molds in my brain to feed on. I sometimes find it boring (rate of 6 out of 10), but I must admit I enjoy being in training. And hey, I'm getting paid! I was born lazy. And I get tired easily. And I am depressed most of the time. That's the problem when you are lazy and when you've got nothing better to do: you tend to lose your focus and you start neglecting the good things around you. But am I really missing a lot? Ah-ah. I don't think so.

My trainer asked me to write a letter, and explain my two days of absences the other week. I wrote it in a jiffy. I came up with a two-paged-non-sense explanation and it only took me less than 15 minutes to scribble everything. It could have been faster if I had my laptop with me and typed it in Microsoft Word instead of writing it on a paper. I got sick. Literally. I know I used to make-up stories of me having gastroenteritis, hypertension, ulcer, etc... to my previous employer. But my sickness last week is real. Unscheduled. Not planned (I know people who can schedule sickness as desired depending on the need. Tee hee. XD) I know how crucial attendance is in our line of work, especially at present time, considering the fact that I'm still in training. Absenting myself is the last thing I'd do (well, not now. maybe when we hit the floor...huwahahaha! XD just kidding. My trainers might get to read this, hehe.). And why would I choose to be absent when I'm geting paid by doing nothing??? I have had fever since Tuesday of last week, but I opted to report to work on Tuesday and Wednesday nights depsite my condition, hoping that I'd feel better the following day. Unfortunately my fever went up and reached its peak on Thursday. And that was it...I really needed rest. I hate writing, literally. So writing that excuse letter was really a drag. I remember when I was in highschool, all my notebooks were almost always empty. The only time my notebooks get something on them is when and during end of every school quarter. That's when teachers check the students' notebooks. But I never failed a subject, ok, just in case you are wondering. I had always been part of the honor section when I was in elementary and highschool but serious studying was never my forte. I'd rather play with my friends outside than study when I'm home. Had my parents forced me to study real hard, malamang may honor ako nung highschool. Naks. Ang yabang. Haha. I'm not even impressed with most of my classmates in highschool (ang yabang talaga, XD). Intellectually, I can honestly say I am far better than most of them. But of course it is always easy to sound and make yourself appear intellectual, hahaha. Pa-intellectual kahit hindi naman intellectual, kumbaga. Marami dyan. Kagaya ko. Teee heee heee! XD

First two weeks of training is done. And to be honest, I just want to be in training forever. Who wouldn't enjoy it: you're getting paid thousands of cash for doing nothing. You just need to stay awake, sit, read, study a bit of process information and bum inside the training room. And then dyaran! You have cash to withdraw from your atm card on the 30th. Easy money, it is. Unlimited coffee is available in every corner of every floor in the building, allowing us to guaff the necessary caffeine we need to stay awake. But happy days have ending. So after another month and some days, real job begins. Arrgghh.

Admit or not, we all like feeling superior in some ways... be it in school, in the office, in the Network Diner, or even in small conversations with our colleagues and friends. We sometimes get this feeling of hey-you've-got-to-listen-to-my-great-idea-blah-blah-shit-blah. Even in videoke bars (oh god, i miss my CVG friends)...wether you admit it or not, you sometimes (if not most of the time) want to keep the microphone in your hand and kick the competitors out the videoke boothe. Come on, admit it! Call it arrogance, but usually when I'm with a new group of people, let's say in school, or on the first day of work in a call center, I usually assume that I am the best, the most dead-set, the most well-informed, and the fastest to learn. O sya sya sya, mayabang na kung sa mayabang. But that is how I best adapt to my new surrounding. Hindi ko rin naman pinagsasabi, I only keep it to myself, so hindi mo rin pwedeng sabihin na mayabang talaga ako. Humility is beauty! - as Serg and Chris always say. Haha. I always start strong in everything I do. But most of the time it's only in the beginning. As days go by, I start fucking things up. I'm hoping not to do the same in my new job. Haaaay. We had an assessment earlier, technically it was yesterday's shift. I was quite disappointed because my trainer only gave me a grade point of 2; 1 being the highest and 5 the lowest. 1 means it's a flawless call. 2 is excellent. 3 means so-so. 4 is fail. And 5 means you-go-home-and-cry-and-apply-somewhere-else. I did good in the assessment, i know, and my trainer confirmed that. She said my call was great. But she didn't give me a perfect score because I kept on addressing her, the mock customer, by the first name. She said I should've used the callers last name and made the conversation more formal. And yeah, I agree to that. I forgot I'm with an international bank now and not some lousy telcom company in the US.

My trainer asked me during the assessment. If I were to write a book, what would I title it, and why. Oh my, not again...I told myself. I'm really tired of being asked stupid questions like that. I have had enough of that shit during the application process. But there's really not much I can do. She's the trainer, and I'm the trainee. Comply comply comply, or just resign and jack-off. Geez. I said I'd title it Yffar's World, then she frowned and gave me a "what-a-crappy-title-you-have" look. Harhar. Nah, I really didn't care. I told her my book would be a compilation of my blog entries. It would be a personal but not-so-personal book about anything that I think is worth writing about.

I like my new company, and my colleagues. And my trainers are good. They're all nice, so far. I try to be friendly as much as I can. But you really cannot please everyone. And I don't want to exert extra effort neither. I don't talk to people who don't talk to me. Yeah... snob the snobs!

Oh god, we need to be in business attire on Monday. Big boss is coming. Arrgghh.

Enough blathering. I'm going to bed.


Lycloer said...

lazziness is a necessity yffar..where are u working at? hehe!

Yffar Edlacer said...

sa world's local bank. XD

bluedreamer27 said...

hmmm hirap maghanap ng job ngaun sobra heheh


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