Just a thought: considering how short life is (my 33 years seem to have gone by in a blink)you'd think it would go easy on us. But no...it has to make things hard for us. At the very least it could make a few "things" slide. Times like this I sometimes wish that I could be a woman for a while. Why a woman? I'm not a sexist pig. It's just because according to Kathy Bates in Misery, "...sometimes being a bitch is the only thing a woman can hang on to..." .Then, just maybe, I could out-bitch life. Like I said, just a thought.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
A Few More Things (Nice Guys 2)
While on the subject of unfairness... I really hate it that I always get declined when applying for credit cards. It's not like I plan to go on a shopping spree every weekend or buy the snazziest gadget available and then not pay for them. But as head of the family it would be nice to have that piece of plastic in my wallet in case of dire need. I have a permanent job and I'm definitely not on the minimum to below minimum wage bracket. I have all the necessary requirements and yet somehow I manage to fail. Meanwhile, the janitors and technicians of companies like Citimotors or ABS-CBN are getting credit card offers left and right. It's this "top100 companies" policy that banks have nowadays. If you happen to work in a company that is in their top100 list then you're good to go. I mean not to look down upon people who work these jobs. They're probably hardworking and dedicated people. But c'mon man. And it really boils my blood every time they ask me if I already have a credit card with other banks, because they say it makes the application easier. Hey fucking Einsteins, if I already have a credit card then I wouldn't be talking to you.
And what's up with this gadget lust that people have now? I mean, I probably love gadgets just as much as the average guy and there are some that I would love to have. I have an old iPod which was like a gift, and I adore it to death. But given the chance I would like to have either the Creative Zen Vision for its features, or the 160Gig iPod, of course for it's capacity and cheaper price. I earn good money and I work hard for it but these things would forever elude me. But riding the shuttle to and from work everyday I see these people brandishing the latest in cellphones (two in most cases) and iPods. And I don't mean to be judgmental but I'm pretty sure some of them are blue collar workers and fresh graduates earning minimum salaries. And yet they have those that I cannot afford. Ok, so a 160Gig iPod is probably more than I need you say. But as a genuine lover of great music is it such a sin to want all my music by the palm of my hands every time. Yet the people who have those new iPods just load 1-2 Gigs of crappy Pinoy pop-rock and fuckin' rn'b shit (yes, I peek at other people's playlists) and the rest is used for downloaded porn and their collection of Philippine showbiz scandals. What a waste of technology and hd real estate.
And what need is there for high school students to have those Nokia N-whatever (they can't even pronounce it right)? They don't even use it for calling so what are the chances of them using the other features? And do you really need two...for texting? I'm sorry if I seem to be bitter but at least I'm not the one trying to compensate for something through gadgets. And no, the iPhone won't make your dick bigger.
And what's up with this gadget lust that people have now? I mean, I probably love gadgets just as much as the average guy and there are some that I would love to have. I have an old iPod which was like a gift, and I adore it to death. But given the chance I would like to have either the Creative Zen Vision for its features, or the 160Gig iPod, of course for it's capacity and cheaper price. I earn good money and I work hard for it but these things would forever elude me. But riding the shuttle to and from work everyday I see these people brandishing the latest in cellphones (two in most cases) and iPods. And I don't mean to be judgmental but I'm pretty sure some of them are blue collar workers and fresh graduates earning minimum salaries. And yet they have those that I cannot afford. Ok, so a 160Gig iPod is probably more than I need you say. But as a genuine lover of great music is it such a sin to want all my music by the palm of my hands every time. Yet the people who have those new iPods just load 1-2 Gigs of crappy Pinoy pop-rock and fuckin' rn'b shit (yes, I peek at other people's playlists) and the rest is used for downloaded porn and their collection of Philippine showbiz scandals. What a waste of technology and hd real estate.
And what need is there for high school students to have those Nokia N-whatever (they can't even pronounce it right)? They don't even use it for calling so what are the chances of them using the other features? And do you really need two...for texting? I'm sorry if I seem to be bitter but at least I'm not the one trying to compensate for something through gadgets. And no, the iPhone won't make your dick bigger.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Nice Guys Finish Last
I consider myself to be a good person. I try to stay out of trouble...don't do drugs...no bad police records...don't drink (much). I believe in God and I pray every now and then and not just your hurried morning and evening prayer. I wake up before sunrise, help the wife get our kid ready for school, go to work, then head on straight back home to my family every night. But just this afternoon, sitting alone at work contemplating, I got to thinking: last guys almost always do finish last. Let me discuss further and site some examples to support my newly adapted philosophy.
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was once in a bank to have a check encashed. After waiting for several minutes the teller calls my name to tell me that she could/would not proceed with the transaction unless I present her a second ID. Well, unfortunately I only had one. So there I was holding a check for a small amount of money that I could not use while hundreds of dirty politicians and drug lords transact their businesses at banks all over the country, withdrawing hundreds of thousands of blood money.
Many years ago while hanging out in a Burger Machine (hmmm, classic...)near our house at about 1:00 in the morning, a jeep passing by had a flat tire. Naturally I offered my help. After a few minutes of him (driver) bumbling around, it turns out the guy driving was piss drunk and started hitting his jeep with his wrench and started cursing me because I think he wanted me to do all the work for him. Naturally I left.
When I was still in junior high in a Catholic school, while waiting for our theology teacher (who was on her way to becoming a nun), the class started getting a little rowdy. People were running around, hanging outside the corridors, making paper planes to throw outside the window...well you know the scene. Some of my classmates started writing nasty, perverted stuff on the blackboard. Then when one of the guys spotted the teacher coming everyone panicked. And I, who was sitting front and center (therefore nearest the blackboard) got hold of the eraser and started cleaning the nasty scribbles. Next scene: teacher enters the room to find me the only person left standing, with my hand to the board no less. Teacher took the eraser from my hand and hits my head with it, chalk powder and all. Hey, I have dark brown, curly hair and those white chalk powder didn't come off easily with a simple shaking of the head. It was humiliating.
Fast-forward to now. I work as a sound engineer and I love my job. With all honesty I feel fortunate to have been blessed with it. Lots of great projects...fun people to hang around with...But once in a while you have an experience where you just go "WHAT THE FUCK!!!???" Let me site an example. Here's the scene: It's a friday night, almost seven, and after a hard day's work I finally shut down the computer and hang my bag around my shoulder. Suddenly the phone rings...
ME: Hello...
CLIENT: (in a dominatrix-like voice)Oh good, you're still there. I'll be back there around 8pm to work on something. I have new materials with me...blah,blah,blah...
ME: I was on my way home, but...ok.
ME: (texting my wife) Hi, sorry have to stay here at work...blahblahblah
WIFE: but you said you were on your way home...it's our anniversary and I baked something special...and who's going to eat all this rice...and our daughter needs help with her math...blahblahblah?
ME: I know, I'm sorry but client's breathing down my neck...blahblahblah
Then, at 10pm client is nowhere in sight. Around 10:30 the work materials arrive and still no client. Client calls again and tells me to go ahead and start working on the materials. 1-2am and I'm finally done working. My eyelids weigh like bricks, stomach's hungry as hell, and it feels like a moss garden grew on my tongue (gross, I know). I call to tell client I am done and just waiting. Client says: (voice drowned out by club music) "Oh good. But I won't make it back. Just leave the materials there and I'll have it picked up next monday."
This is the part where I shout:
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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