Clones and Feelers conference merely 24 inches away...my brain cells are drying up

Seriously, girls..... You are making me puke or throw up my imaginary breakfast. Since when did strong arm - kanto girl tactics considered classy and acceptable? I haven't even had breakfast yet.

You may be the so-called top earners in this office but you don't teach at all. You don't even keep records the way you're supposed to. Your accent is all wrong, you teach the wrong expressions and the worst part --- you never forget to add the -- 'here in the Philippines' line. Jeez ladies, they're here for English class, not Social Studies taught in English language.

You wow them with your street smarts. How quaint because they haven't seen nor heard something like that before. Flattery dribbles from your mouths and you think you're so cute. But, damn it, stop with the faux British accent. It's making my heart bleed on my tea.

Why the hell did I sign up for another six months of hell with them?

I need to have a crash course with labor code

Can I bitch again?

How long should I be working? I work two to eleven pm with one hour dinner break. But I have to stay for ten more minutes for additional announcements. I am not getting paid for that and I don't see the point why I have to wait when we are online for the whole damned shift so as to minimize yelling over the cubicles for messages. But I report to the office for 'extra' AM classes (which I am indeed paid extra for but is obliged to take more AM classes from 8am to 12nn if my sched for this period is not filled up.)

Now the bigwigs want me to report to work at 1pm every monday (it wasn't stipulated in the contract that I signed) for company meetings. My sup calls it "bonding time". The OM said its just briefing. I know I just want the seat nearest the door.

Palace for one....

Prime dating spots come rarely nowadays. I mean, would you really want to think that after you shared that place with your special someone, he or she would bring another date to that place? The insanity of it is that you really cannot stop anybody from going to your favorite restaurant. But, jeez, does he or she have to bring someone else there after you shared the place with them? It's like pointing to a complete stranger's leftovers in a restaurant and saying, "Are you going to eat that?"

There are places that I don't go to anymore for the reason that they feel polluted, violated. I don't even care if one would think that I'm reacting too much. But that was my secret place! I wouldn't bring you there if you weren't special.

And please, if we go out, don't bring up another person's name. I will not bring up another person's name either. I deserve my time as you deserved yours. Lastly, no fidgeting with your mobile. Call it tact, call it courtesy, call it it-will-probably-save-my-life-if-I-will-just-shut-up. I don't need to be reminded that I should be grateful you are spending your time with me.

hospital angst??

I'm not usually comfortable in hospitals. My family has people in the medical field, as doctors, nurses and medical technicians. But I don't usually hang out there. It's the smell of antiseptics and the constant traffic of patients that make me dizzy.

Sunday night, after a day of hanging out with my best friends, I made my way home, rather tired and sated. I chose not to spend time with my SO that day because I can be such a drama queen and he was too tired to deal with it. However, when he texted that he's actually at the ER of a nearby hospital, I dropped everything, scampered into my shorts, grabbed the essentials and made my way there.

He got some allergic attack going on and, yes, I was bugged out of my mind. He was so weak that he rested his head on my shoulder from time to time. I stayed there until he was safely in a room and I went home, losing my appetite for my dinner that got postponed.

Fast forward to Thursday. I spent the night there Monday night until Tuesday morning (didn't have classes). I watched over him, got his medicines, tried not to look when the nursed came with their needles, and let him use my comforter. Then he got moved into a private room where the most unbelievable thing happened. I don't believe I've seen a student nurse who kept on fussing with her hair while interviewing her patient, asking the most mundane questions and giggling through most of them.

And, he admitted, he enjoyed being fawned over.......................grrrrrrrrrr......somebody hand me an axe, I'd like to add to his injuries....