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Proxy, shmoxy, ay Helga, I can totally relate. Good thing I have an undirect link to my blogsite, I can still post. [take that I.T., if ever you're reading this!] so no hiatus for me. Yet.

By yet, I mean, until the start of a/my new job. Counting unhatched chickens? Not really but I was already talking in slurs to the new manager yesterday I cannot believe how I came there tipsy from what, a blue cocktail, just to liven up a boring afternoon with a cousin. So might be that I might kiss unemployment soonness because of his brilliant

questions.

Manager: So how can your short term goals coincide with your long term goals?

Me in my head: Can you be ask me something that I haven’t been answering since my first interview experience?

Manager: How do you see yourself two years from now?

Me in my head: Expletive deleted.

I’m not irresponsible. The manager just called me to come over their office while I was in the middle of my second glass to “just chat” and chatting to him involves career, life and relationships which makes me appreciate my silent moments with a psychobabbler I know. His oober coool office was slapped in the crevices of Mandaue City slash Banilad slash nowheretown which takes about [if commuting] three jeepney rides and one pedicab ride if you live where I am. Cab ride is prolly about 80 bucks and the whole thing lasts about 30 minutes compared to my 10 minute ride to PeopleSupport. When employees get to their office, they’ll be greeted by a guard who lets them take off their shoes and replace it with slippers kept inside their lockers. So wala nalang kwenta mga pumps and all that heeljazz? Height, I need height!

No, I didn’t get any job no matter how hard I had to lower the neckline of my top. He’s making me come back next week for another them chats. Sigh. More flashes. Gahh. Continue reading »

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