10 Things I Hate About This Team

1. Sa sobrang haba ng mga idle time at no camp before, wala tuloy silang choice kung di magdaldalan, magchikahan, maghiritan, maglaitan, umisip ng iba’t-ibang paraan para magising at pasayahin ang bawat isa. Resulta: baga-ingay. More resulta: seat transfer palayo sa opisina nina Bossings JM at CJ. More more resulta: MAS MASAYA.

2. Yung sobrang close ng bawat isa, kayang-kaya nila magpulaan, mag-apihin, manghimay, manghimasok, manumbat, magusisa, magbigay ng mga unsolicited advice sa isa’t-isa tungkol sa buhay pag-ibig, problemang pamilya at pinansyal, mga alalahanin sa performance at trabaho, kahit ultimo suot na sapatos, amoy ng hininga or change ng hairstyle, kailangan may comment lagi. At mas madalas sa hindi, masasakit ang mga komentong ito. Truth hurts, ika nga. Walang sikretong hindi nabubunyag at naipagkakalat.Ang siste, we’d rather stab you in front than at the back. Kahit anong anghang ng mga palitan ng hirit, gano man ka-degrading ang mga name-calling at panunukso, ilang henerasyon man ng mga ninuno ang pagtawanan, laitin man ang edad, sekswalidad at pisikal na anyo, magkatampuhan man ng ilang saglit o oras, at the end of the day, pagtatawanan lang nila lahat. Walan pikon. Kung meron man, magaling makibagay.

3. Kahit may mga tinaguriang sexist, racist at “age-ist” sa team, pagdating sa isa’t isa, pag inapi ka ng iba dahil kaw ay bakla, tomboy, payatot, mataba, thundercats, immature, antukin, single parent, kabit, manyak, babaero, gastadora, kuripot, pandak, pimpulin, ututin, matakaw, emotera, palengkera, war freak at iba pa, di pwede yun! Resbak agad. 

4. Kahit may mangilan-ngilan na nangingibabaw sa dorobohan, andun pa rin yung concern at tulungan sa stats ng isa’t isa. Share-an pa rin ng best practices. Lakasan na lang ng loob ang labanan. Walang iwanan. Mabulastog man ng isa o dalawa ang EVPH at incentives, asahan ng iba, may papansit naman buong team by month-end.  

5. May pagka-bipolar trip mga tao:
Pag malungkot ka, papasayahin ka nila. Pag nakasimangot ka, papangitiin ka nila. Pag masyado kang perky, babad-trip-in ka nila.

Pag umiiyak ka, patatahanin ka nila. Pag ayaw mo maiyak, lalo ka nila paiiyakin, sisigaw pa ng, “Iiyak na yan! Iiyak na yan!”

Pag payat ka, bubusugin ka ng mga nakaw na Zebzeb at Pompoms, pandesal, turon at mga tirang baon. Pag mataba ka, lalaitin ka hanggang sa mapilitan ka magpapayat (except for one person, ngess huuuu?!?). 

Pag tahimik ka, dadaldalin ka. Pag maingay ka, bubulyawan kang manahimik dahil may mga reps na gusto matulog habang nagko-calls.

Pag kumakanta ka, nanakawin yung kanta mo. Pag hindi ka kumakanta, bibigyan ka ng kantang mae-LSS ka buong araw.

Pag single ka, ihahanap ka ng rampa, ibubugaw kang parang karne. Pag taken ka na… ihahanap ka pa rin ng rampa at ibubugaw pa rin na parang karne. Jooowwwwwk.

Pag high call, pahulihan mag-break or lunch, minsan kahit hindi na, makapondo lang ng RPC-PTP. Pag Preview, sinasabi pa lang ng mga boss, “Guys, go on coach -” napindot na ang Coaching at naihagis na agad ang headset.

6. Mahirap umabsent, lalo na kung may kadikit na rest day or VL. Kung ano-anong scenario agad ang usapang iikot sa loob ng bilog. Kahit ma-late ka lang, yurak agad pagkatao mo. Kesyo nag-inom ka the night before. May ka-date ka tapos sa sobrang chorvah nyo, nakakalap ka ng ng matinding sakit na kekelanganin ng ilang linggong gamutan ng mamahaling antibiotics. O kaya na-mouse trap ka or nalunod sa isang pool ng keso. Kakalat agad sa buong process ang mga haka-haka kung bakit ka nag-Combo King or Queen. Asahan mong sa pagpasok mong muli ay wala ka ng mukhang maihaharap sa mga ka-opisina at boss mo. 

7. Pag lalaki ka at nagpagupit ka, lalo na sa tinatawag na petsa de peligro (i.e., ilang araw bago magsweldo or at least 1 week matapos sumahod, a.k.a., gipit days), wag ka nang umasang hindi pagdududahan ang iyong sexuality. Ika nga, ALAM NA. Expected na pag bagong gupit, kahit ahit or trim lang, magpapa-team lunch ka.

8. Pag napasali ka sa mga foof at games, basic expectation na, for the team ang prize mo. Kahit sabihing solo treat, maramot ka pag hindi ka nag-share. Pag may GC ka sa Townhall, 50% ang tax, sa iba nga 100% mandatory. Pag sinabing dress-up, dress up (okay, may ilang pasaway pa rin). Pag sinabing mag-ambag ng bente para sa birthday celebrant or ibang gastusin, bawal pumalag. Ganyan talaga sa pamilya, kahit may parents, walang gulangan. Kahit hindi magkakadugo, hating kapatid.

9.  Mas malimit sa hindi, all out lagi sa mga costume contests at performance sa mga teambuildings at townhalls. Half-daragan at mind games sa simula pa lang (takutin na agad ang kompetisyon), half-talent and lakas apog na rin. Game lahat, kahit AMO, walang angal. Bawal dagain sa kaba, lalo na pag masikip ang pants. Mahirap na, lalo pa nung pwede ang pictures at videos. Walang kiyeme, walang urungan, walang hiya. 

10.  Dorobo. Magugulang, mang-gagantso. Walang takot, kahit ma-monitor. 

Kinda Like a Double-edged Sword

We all have at least one quality that is both our strength and weakness. The very same thing that sets us apart and above others can very well be the same that can hold us back or bring us down. I guess it just depends on how we use it.

Take me, for instance. On one hand, I’m called a “people person.,” able to get along and empathize with almost any kind of people. Hindi ako choosy sa kaibigan. I may not be the type to suffer polite, small talk, but that’s because I like to dive right into a juicy, get-to-know-you kind of chikahan. Call it FC (“feeling close”), but hey, it works for me. On the other hand, I’m also inclined to become fiercely attached, often wearing my heart on my sleeve. I love a good laugh about things I’m passionate about, and a good cry over people I value.

Someone recently told me, “Masyado ka nang nagiging emotionally dependent.” I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it as a compliment, because the way he said it made me feel like I had to apologize. How do you say sorry for feeling?

Strength. Weakness. Again, it depends on how I use it. Or how others use it against me. My mentor once imparted to me, “Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” And as if to prove his point, he went right ahead and traipsed off outside our comfortable seven-year bubble and into the busy jungle of Makati.

Our comfort zones can be an actual place we can’t leave, a situation we’re getting stagnant at, a routine we’re so used to we can’t let it go, or the very people who have surrounded us for so long we have taken them for granted. Oftentimes, comfort and familiarity can breed laziness, and change may just be what can zap us back into action.

I just have to always keep in mind to trust in the Lord Jesus; He who is far greater, perfect, faithful and glorious than all my emotions and plans, capabilities and struggles put together.

P.S. I was about to post this when all my anaks‘ text messages came in, one sweet, encouraging text after another. I love you all back. 🙂

P.P.S. We’ll resume our regular programming by next week. In the meantime….. vacation-mode munaaaaaaa! 🙂

The Long and Short Of It

Contrary to popular belief, I did not cut my hair because of some boy. Geez, give me some credit please, and stop calling me Bianca Manalo or Basha. In fact, ask him. I’ve been meaning to change my hair style for months- and kept on yapping about it – but was being a total wuss at the prospect of cutting my locks, which took more than three years to grow out.

 
It actually grew out from a really short pixie I had in early 2008. I guess I just got tired of going back and forth to my trusty parlorista (who has been cutting my hair since high school) so I just left it alone, so it grew and grew. In the last three years, my hair has been colored quite a few shades several times (Light to Medium Brown, Chestnut, Caramel and Coffee), layered, banged, ironed, plagued with split ends, the occasional flakes due to stress and switching hair products, threatened by hair lice when my daughter brought a head-full of it from school, and most recently curled, until I finally had it chopped off. 
 
A few samples to show the “evolution.” Clockwise from top left: supershort pixie in March 2008 until half of 2009 when I stopped cutting it; growing it out in August 2010; bangs and lighter shade in March 2011; longer and fuller in December 2011, curly from May-Sept 2012; sleek and short October 2012.
 
 
I love my new shorter ‘do:
 
Because it takes less time to dry and style. I don’t have to go to sleep with several meters of sopping wet hair, soaking up my pillow and risking insanity. Remember the old wives’ tale of going to sleep with wet hair? Actually, I don’t remember if it causes one to go crazy, blindness or white hair. In any case, I think I got some of all three: I’m kinda lukaret, my eyesight has worsened and I have several strands of uban. In  the morning, I stick my head out the window or under the office washroom’s hand dryer for two minutes and voila! Instant hairdo!
 
I save on shampoo, conditioner, gel and hair serum. Sometimes I can skip conditioner, as there are no long strands that get tangled up. My curls used to be high-maintenance as well, requiring several fistfuls of gel to stay in place and achieve that I-jumped-out-of-the-bed-looking-this-delightfully-rumpled-and-did-not-spend-ages-in-front-of-the-mirror-fixing-it look.
 
Shows my neck and cheekbones more, Yeah, as if my bony structure need more emphasis haha! Plus, some said I look just a bit plumper (my face anyway) with shorter hair.
 
I don’t get to feed my jeepney or bus seatmate with clumps of wet hair when I fall asleep and forget to tie back my hair while commuting in the morning.
 
Sometimes, I do miss my long hair:
 
When I want to look and feel like a girl, flipping my hair when I’m happy or kilig (to that expression, “Ang haba ng hair mo teh!“) I look even more boyish (some would say, baklaish) with my short hair. Plus, I lost more than eight pounds after cutting it. It’s either I really did lose weight (horrors!), or my hair actually weigh that much. I vote for the latter.
 
Long hair has more options in styling. I can go from chaka-bun-look to pa-mysterious-effect heroine with loose waves.
 
My profile pics look better with more hair! *vanity shots lang!*
 
Anyway, it’s gonna grow out soon. In the meantime, I have more pressing problems to face. Like, how to gain those eight pounds back, and more.