I don’t even remember how I got home. Kidding! My memories are vague though. If I’m not mistaken I almost hit a post when I turned on the corner too quickly. I just got lucky because I hit the brakes in time. Enough of that, I’m still alive. Thank You, Lord. What to do on a Sunday afternoon? Lounge on the couch? Sounds good. Legit tamad. :D
And I spent my afternoon lounging, only getting up when I felt the need to eat. I don’t feel guilty though because tomorrow I’d be working my ass out. It’s been what? One freaking week in that company and I’m tired as shit on the weekend. But since it’s on my own resolve to quit my previous job and apply on this company, I’ll deal with the consequences. One of my principles in life: Always stand by your decision and face its sequences whether you like it or not.
It’s not like my new job sucks. It good – very good actually. To the point that I’m always under pressure to meet my boss’ standard. I consider this as my first real job since my old one is easy that I think I’m not learning anything at all. Just bits and pieces once in a blue moon.
My new job is the reason why I went out and did my wildest dream last night, to celebrate and to relax a bit, well A LOT in my case.
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Good morning, Monday! I showered and get dressed with my carefully chosen outfit last night. I’m sporting a pale gray button up blouse, cream oversized belt, black pencil skirt with my pearl earrings, wristwatch and black pumps. Yes, my usual self. Everything about me screams corporate.
I drove happily to work. Noting that I am fifteen minutes early when I arrived. I made my way to the elevator and waited for it to open. The elevator’s empty when it opened; I went in and pressed my floor number’s button.
Once I am settled in my work station, I switched my computer on and it sprung to life. Just then, Micah, my colleague popped her head and,
“Krizza!! I miss you!”
“Grabe lang, miss agad? Parang nagdaan lang and weekend. Haha.”
“Tse. Ikaw lang naman di nakakamiss sakin.” She said as she walk towards me and perched herself on my table comfortably like she was made to sit there.
“Ewan ko sa’yo. Dun ka nga sa room mo, maabutan pa tayo ni Sir Macam. You know how he rant pag naabutan tayong nagkukwentuhan during office hours.”
“Sayang yun no? Gwapo gwapo napakasungit naman. HAHA.”
“May HD ka pala kay Sir?”
“Tagal na! Inggit nga ako sa’yo siya ang commissioning editor mo. Sige, layas na ko.”
“Bye, see you later Mic!”
With that, she went only coming back into my room a few minutes later.
“Micah, akala ko aalis ka na? No offense.”
“Don’t worry, none taken. Nalimutan ko lang sabihin na may bagong commissioning editor tayo. Parang trainee palang pero Cum Laude daw from UP.”
“Really? Mukhang bigatin ah.”
“IKR, sana gwapo din para another reason for me para pumasok!”
“Ikaw talaga! Kahit ka ––’’ I was cut off midsentence when the phone rung, I hastily picked it up. “
“Good morning. Krizza Yatco, Assistant to Mr. Macam. Wh–– ” For real? Uso ba talaga ang di ako patapusing magsalita?
“Ms. Yatco.” Ohh, I know that voice. Nabigla naman ako, si Sir Macam pala yung caller. Kung todo effort pa ko sa pagsagot using my full name and job title.
“I just need to tell you that I’ll be late. Fax the letter you made to the writers, all of them. Forward to me their responses. Got it?”
I composed myself and answered, “Yes, sir. Got it.” Yeah, like a boss. Err, like an awesome assistant, I mean. :D
