I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Slippers
June 1, 2007i will never
say "everything
for you,"
because we started
out with nothing
and nothing came out
of it,
i had something
going for you,
but nothing coming
for me.
but i welcomed
anything, but nothing,…
"and everything was for you."
Title: And Everything Was For You
Date: December 5, 1994
Aside from my eyes, my wrist is also calling my attention! Moving to CybeResponse means you're fingers are all sore and you go home with a headache from reading too many mails shown on our monitors in a very small fonts. And since only and administrator can change the PCs display settings, we're left to just grin and bear it!
During a lull in our work, we were called to gather in the Conference Room, our team leader recalled one initial interview for one of our teammates. During the initial interview, she was asked, "So, why do you want to transfer to the e-mail program?"
She answered: "Because I work better with my hands than with my mouth!"
Cool answer!! Mine was too predictable and too professional and too.. arrogant? Or something that would sound so rehearsed? I don't think I did rehearse for that particular question but when I was asked why they should pick me for the pioneer group, I replied (since prior to this question the interview went to my experience in the public relations industry as a copywriter/account officer), "I know how to deliver bad news in a not so negative way."
And so in my fourth day, it seems I am averaging 11 e-mails a day. The company standards? 7 e-mails per hour! At the rate I'm going, I'm going nowhere.
- The picture in this entry is taken from one of the team huddling (is that even a word?) in the conference room. The team mate had to use her dad's slippers stocked in the car as the strap on her sandals broke. Which is far better than what happened today at work. An agent was hysterical as she lost something when she was taking a nap in the Quiet Room. Everybody waited for an idea what the lost item was. Is it a cellphone? An iPod? Wallet? It was one of her slippers. So there! She has to continue with her work with just one of the pairs! Stupid theft! As you can see, I'm running out of titles!
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