AFTER THE INTERVIEW. . .
. . . comes the waiting. The agonizing days of jumping at every phone ring and pounding on the phone like it was a holy grail will go on until that fateful moment wherein a few words could make or break your being.
I got interviewed at Meloche Mennox last Monday afternoon for a part-time receptionist job and they were requiring me to give them a reference but since all my reference are abroad I have to wait longer than normal to know if I got accepted or not. The HR person a.k.a BIATCH is in a bit of quandry whether to hire me or not. Oh well, hopefully, she would call me soon and say those words that I have been hoping to hear these past few days. ^_^
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ON BEING THE ONLY BUM
It sucks to be the only bum in the family.
You get to hear snide remarks about being the only one without any job. You gets to be delegated the very professional and rewarding job of housekeeping or rather to put it nicely home manager. You get to be bossed around by almost everyone in the family since you don't earn your keep. You get long sermons whenever you get money to go out. And being the only bum means one has to endure being the butt of every joke and insult.
It really sucks to be the only bum.
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MOVING OUT
The process of moving out will soon start tomorrow. The furnitures that we've acquired during Nanay's garage raids will be moved from my Tita's garage to our own rented house' living room. Our landlord says that it will take him another week to finish all the tweaks that he has been doing since the last family moved out. We will be applying for hydro, phone and cable tomorrow. Since this Angel still has no job except to be the bonafide house manager and babysitter, I would probably be spending the next few days at our house and fixing our furnitures. I might also be the one who would be contacted by all the delivery people of the things that my parents purchased over this week.
Moving out would mean independence for me. I would be forced to ride the bus going around town. I would be forced to go and make our new house my new comfort zone. I would be forced to do a lot of things.
Hopefully, we would be able to ease into this new phase without any hitches or glitches. I guess, this process is the calm before the storm and I pray that the storm would not come.
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I am Angel. . . still jobless.
Friday, July 30, 2004
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