its not that ghastly

I woke up today with a ghastly swelling on my left eyelid. The redness doesn’t even begin to describe how bad it is. Wearing a pair of JLO shades to work won’t even make me feel better and let’s just say tripping on everything your leg meets isn’t sexy. The explaining part I can deal with. The fact that I perhaps may have gotten this from an ant bite while I was asleep – I can’t.

Is it really that bad that I cannot even scout for those little yuckies around my bed? Either my room needs a major makeover or I need to find another time management scheme that works. The last one clearly didn’t.

UGH. I. hate. Ants. I think they are the nuisance of all nuisances in this world next to mosquitos. If I know there’s one of them around, it means that I haven’t been paying attention to my apartment or to everything around me that needs organization.

Disorganized is me.

Hey, it doesn’t make me any less human. I promise I get back to an organized life after this.

I’m packing again for my parents’ anniversary and will be leaving for CDO tonight. Would have enjoyed a very happening night tonight in CEBU but family calls first.

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post month end's end.

My favorite astrology sensei slash Tarot Card reader slash star master Michelle Patente predicted that its not going to be a good month for me.

“Oh, you’re having someone tarot-read you now?”
“Well… cards never hurt?”

Michelle is a 69 year old woman living in Georgia who I keep on close correspondence with. I love that woman. She takes pills for her vagina so that it will be healthy. (laughs) Besides, she doesn’t charge for her readings anyway. Normally, a week before the month ends, this is likely going to happen:

1. Hair, skin and everything else breaks.
2. Do not look at my fingernails.
3. My room is tornado-stricken.
4. Don’t mind me spacing out sometimes.
5. All kinds of paperwork are lodged inside my planner, my bag, my wallet and even my makeup bag.
6. …which reminds me, my makeup hues do not match anymore.
7. My eye cream suffers.
8. I’m getting all these unwanted, unknown, fugly dots and blemishes and bumps on my cheeks.
9. I lose contact with my family and friends and my dad sometimes leaves text messages like, “Do you want to go home?,” or, “Are you resigning?”
10. My last song syndrome is “…spending my time… watching the dayyss goo byyy…”
11. Friends text me “I miss you” quotes more than jokes.
12. There are coasters, glasses, for short, garbage all over the table where my computer’s at.
13. What diet?

Because of quota. Because of keeping up with monthly sales. Because of performance. Because.

I can only say one thing about this, my job is a race. EXCITING. Exhilarating. Frustrating and depressing. This is going to be gay, but I love it and I couldn’t imagine leaving this place yet. My friend Jesse pointed out that if you keep on getting tired at some job that you are in then it doesn’t make your new job any different because in time, you will tire of it, too, so might as well love this job and get tired of it at the same time. I hate to disclose it like that but I do. I. love. This. Publishing. Nuthouse.

Month after month I go through the entire process like its already a system that I cannot live without unless someone’s pulls the plug and the drain goes down – I call that the month’s end.

My favorite people are also leaving, too. So much for investing in friendships that will only be as good as the month when their resignation will take effect. But yes, friendships form when there is an effort to cultivate it. By the way, Erdman I will miss you like crazy. =)

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all superheroes end with -man.

A few people have only known the real Erdman because he is often used as an example in the Sales Training so much that soon a module could be named after him and we can just say bye to future Nancy Friedman exercises.
“Guys, think of how much money you’ll be making, you’d end up like Erdman who is earning blah… blah…”
“Erdman is the kind of seller who’d instantly close his sales with a flourish and a $10,000 minimum check up on his sleeve.”
“Think how Erdman sells – he talks to his authors like they are his second family. “

His authors are legendary and so is his laugh that rings across the floor. You know – kind of like a cross between a chipmunk and a hyena on asthma attack.
Every time Erdman is summoned to training, people would not be looking at a man eager to help them get to the sales floor but they would be ogling at a huge dollar sign in its shining, shimmering, and splendid violet glory.
FYI: There is more to him than just a dollar sign. He also has had Basic Packages, the $30 surcharge and yes, the $9.99 shipping fee.
Chalk it up to good karma but how generous Edna Carroll is to Erdman is how magnanimous Erdman is to his friends.

A few can only get away with teasing him *coughmecough* and he rarely chooses his crowd. Unless if your net rev is past $5000, then yes, he would not be choosy because you are automatically his friend and that alone doesn’t give him a choice.
We will forever miss this guy who we think is as the same race as Mariah Carey and Leona Lewis considering the fact that if his color was as white as the Scuba diving picture he was on, a mere, “OH, REALLY?!” and a shocked face with palms slapped to his cheek will make us think otherwise.
Erdie, you are, a good influence ON EVERYONE and everyone has to account for that. Your FRIDAY DEVOTION spam will be missed and so are your heartfelt congratulations whenever someone makes a sale – modest at that. Our halcyon days of Midtown breakfasts, scuba divings, island hoppings and momentous lunches will not end here.

Remember Mama’s words, “It’s not over until its over!”

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