I said this was going to be a short entry since I’m swamped with work but I still found myself typing away… making up for all my lost blogging time.
What can I say? It has been a helluva month for me! A helluva stressful, eventful month. April flew by so fast, I barely had time to bask in the knowledge that beach season is here! I had no time to dig my toes in the sand or splash around the ocean. I was too busy living the stressful corporate life to plan anything other than a spontaneous gimmick with friends at an acceptable bar somewhere. Work was just toxic. Hang-me-by-my-toenails-torture kind of toxic. The pressure to deliver at work was just palpable this month. I was actually relying on coffee to sustain me throughout the day until I started getting palpitations from the caffeine. So now I’m a bit of a javaphobic. I order decaf, nothing else. But despite the loads of stress and tension combined with my annoying firedragon of a boss constantly breathing down my neck, I still managed to maintain a very fantastic social life. I don’t know how I did it but now that I think about it, I had the best work-life balance last month (hmmm… must be the Libran scales). April was just a blur. Literally. An absolutely crazy whirlwindish blur of places, faces, numbers, clothes, Excel files, shoes, birthday cakes, screaming bosses, drunken officemates, churches, roads and airports. At the end of the month when I sat down to finally rest, I found myself shaking my head, glad I survived last month. I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, with black pumps in place of shiny red shoes, minus Toto and the barnyard braids.
Here are the social highlights of my oz-like April adventure. Work was just work and discussing it will bore you to death. Basically it was about me and my laptop and my car, mostly typing, computing and driving back and forth from Batangas to Manila with my colleague who was taking over my area since I have been reassigned to Manila (yey! Back to city livin’). Socially I spent my month like this :
WEEK 1: of birthdays, bosses, bottles and bowls
A Powerpuff Party. We had a surprise birthday party for our friend Thiella who’s been really depressed for the past month. Man problems, as always (we actually have this theory that we are all cursed when it comes to relationships and we’ll all grow up alone but still friends ala Golden Girls though I still mentally knock on wood whenever we say this…I do want all of us to be happily married someday). We prepared a week ahead for a Powerpuff Girls theme party, complete with party hats, loot bags and games. Together with a Powerpoint presentation for her about the “Many Faces of Jhoanna Thiella,” where we flashed her life before her eyes. She was so happy, she was crying like she was being tortured. We screamed surprise, ate like starved sumo wrestlers, played games, sang videoke songs, ate chocolate mousse, drank coffee, and reminisced about our college heydays. Then we discussed love problems, men and sex like we always do but this time minus the alcohol and the slurring and flushed cheeks but with silly party hats and name tags on our color coordinated shirts. It was a fun day. A good day. A day we will relive and retell til we’re golden girls old.
My boss’s party. Another excuse for my firedragon of a boss to fill his bottomless open valve throat with alcohol…the flammable secret to his firebreathing abilities. It was at this bar somewhere along Pasay Road (I refuse to disclose where). There was a live band, flowing booze, people were dancing and singing with the band like we had no work the next day. Highlight of which was my singing Time After Time onstage with my officemate Blue (they made me drink Vodka7, SML and JD for Pete’s sake, hence my award winning performance). Ugh. It was humiliating but they all clapped and cheered like I was the next American Idol. The cherry that topped my onstage mortification was my reunion with the toilet bowl – a friend whom I haven’t been face to face with for a long time. Again, I blame the mixed drinks. At least I expelled all the greasy food and I had no hangover the next day. But to date my colleagues still imitate me screaming “this is not fabulous, nakakahiya, yuck” interspersed with vomit sounds. They were outside the girl’s toilet laughing like hyenas while I blew like a bulimic and silently cursed whoever discovered alcohol. Jolly good fun. Again, a night to remember but hopefully a night they will soon forget.
Metrowalk with high school friends. Mario’s then Aruba in Metrowalk . I bonded with friends, met a new friend. It was fun since we haven’t gone out in a long time. There were 5 of us. My friends disclosed how I could beat them at drinking in front of our new friend and I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I learned about Vina’s swimming skills and Pat Pong experience. The boys talked about basketball, NBA Live and Katharine McPhee. We talked about poker, babies and our friends who weren’t there. Another night to remember and I know I’ll never forget. Hahaha. Geez. I am going to get teased for writing this. And still I’m not pressing the backspace key. Mental imbalance really is one of my trademarks. And yes my fingers are still typing. Ok stop. Moving on…
What can I say? It has been a helluva month for me! A helluva stressful, eventful month. April flew by so fast, I barely had time to bask in the knowledge that beach season is here! I had no time to dig my toes in the sand or splash around the ocean. I was too busy living the stressful corporate life to plan anything other than a spontaneous gimmick with friends at an acceptable bar somewhere. Work was just toxic. Hang-me-by-my-toenails-torture kind of toxic. The pressure to deliver at work was just palpable this month. I was actually relying on coffee to sustain me throughout the day until I started getting palpitations from the caffeine. So now I’m a bit of a javaphobic. I order decaf, nothing else. But despite the loads of stress and tension combined with my annoying firedragon of a boss constantly breathing down my neck, I still managed to maintain a very fantastic social life. I don’t know how I did it but now that I think about it, I had the best work-life balance last month (hmmm… must be the Libran scales). April was just a blur. Literally. An absolutely crazy whirlwindish blur of places, faces, numbers, clothes, Excel files, shoes, birthday cakes, screaming bosses, drunken officemates, churches, roads and airports. At the end of the month when I sat down to finally rest, I found myself shaking my head, glad I survived last month. I felt like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, with black pumps in place of shiny red shoes, minus Toto and the barnyard braids.
Here are the social highlights of my oz-like April adventure. Work was just work and discussing it will bore you to death. Basically it was about me and my laptop and my car, mostly typing, computing and driving back and forth from Batangas to Manila with my colleague who was taking over my area since I have been reassigned to Manila (yey! Back to city livin’). Socially I spent my month like this :
WEEK 1: of birthdays, bosses, bottles and bowls
A Powerpuff Party. We had a surprise birthday party for our friend Thiella who’s been really depressed for the past month. Man problems, as always (we actually have this theory that we are all cursed when it comes to relationships and we’ll all grow up alone but still friends ala Golden Girls though I still mentally knock on wood whenever we say this…I do want all of us to be happily married someday). We prepared a week ahead for a Powerpuff Girls theme party, complete with party hats, loot bags and games. Together with a Powerpoint presentation for her about the “Many Faces of Jhoanna Thiella,” where we flashed her life before her eyes. She was so happy, she was crying like she was being tortured. We screamed surprise, ate like starved sumo wrestlers, played games, sang videoke songs, ate chocolate mousse, drank coffee, and reminisced about our college heydays. Then we discussed love problems, men and sex like we always do but this time minus the alcohol and the slurring and flushed cheeks but with silly party hats and name tags on our color coordinated shirts. It was a fun day. A good day. A day we will relive and retell til we’re golden girls old.
My boss’s party. Another excuse for my firedragon of a boss to fill his bottomless open valve throat with alcohol…the flammable secret to his firebreathing abilities. It was at this bar somewhere along Pasay Road (I refuse to disclose where). There was a live band, flowing booze, people were dancing and singing with the band like we had no work the next day. Highlight of which was my singing Time After Time onstage with my officemate Blue (they made me drink Vodka7, SML and JD for Pete’s sake, hence my award winning performance). Ugh. It was humiliating but they all clapped and cheered like I was the next American Idol. The cherry that topped my onstage mortification was my reunion with the toilet bowl – a friend whom I haven’t been face to face with for a long time. Again, I blame the mixed drinks. At least I expelled all the greasy food and I had no hangover the next day. But to date my colleagues still imitate me screaming “this is not fabulous, nakakahiya, yuck” interspersed with vomit sounds. They were outside the girl’s toilet laughing like hyenas while I blew like a bulimic and silently cursed whoever discovered alcohol. Jolly good fun. Again, a night to remember but hopefully a night they will soon forget.
Metrowalk with high school friends. Mario’s then Aruba in Metrowalk . I bonded with friends, met a new friend. It was fun since we haven’t gone out in a long time. There were 5 of us. My friends disclosed how I could beat them at drinking in front of our new friend and I wished that the earth would open up and swallow me whole. I learned about Vina’s swimming skills and Pat Pong experience. The boys talked about basketball, NBA Live and Katharine McPhee. We talked about poker, babies and our friends who weren’t there. Another night to remember and I know I’ll never forget. Hahaha. Geez. I am going to get teased for writing this. And still I’m not pressing the backspace key. Mental imbalance really is one of my trademarks. And yes my fingers are still typing. Ok stop. Moving on…
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