Quick check

I've been through a lot lately. Work bullies, heart aches, trust issues, family problems and other personal stuff I dare not to write about. Two words. I'm exhausted.

It's like, reality slapped me on the face, burst my bubble and I, the gullible and vulnerable gal, was hurt, and too bad, I never saw it coming.

Work. Delayed flights. Hotac. Rebellious passengers. I was excited at first like a child holding her first barbecue. But gad, twas a day to endure and remember. Too many lessons learned that day. Too much points to ponder on. And the room is so big for improvement. I'll fire away.

Heart aches. I was hurt by the people I never expected would turn their backs on me, accused and prejudged me. Sigh. I don't want to remember every deets of it. What's important now is Jeff and I are together (yes, we've been on a rough road lately), and that's what counts. The fact that we have each other at this time that we're almost hitting rock bottom, we still have the world to hold on to.

Family. I can still put up with heart breaks but when my family is on the line, it's as if my heart will come off my chest with sadness. It's the first time my father has been rushed to the hospital. When I was told by my sister, my tears started to fall in a heartbeat. Tears kept running down my face while I'm on my way home from Mall of Asia to Cavite. When I saw Papa in the ER, I tried to be calm and refrained myself from crying. I tried to make the aura cool and fun by joking him. I'm glad Papa is recuperating well. Not so long after that, I was told that my uncle was rushed also in the ER. He had a mild stroke. Oh, it really pours when it rains. Uncle Globen is my favorite Uncle in the world. I remember how fun my childhood days were when he teases. Please, please, help my family dear God.

Oh, too many bad vibes. Shoo. shoo. shoo. I'll doze it all away. Good night. And beware of the bed bugs that bite.

Mondays are love.

Back in college, I use to hate Mondays because then, it signals the start of another crazy week of paper works and work loads, which means, sleepless nights and drained wallets. But today, Mondays are love, love, love for me. It's my rest day so I get to avoid a lot of things that other people hate in this first day of the week; the rush day of commuting, heavy traffic, people traffic and all that. Yeah, I get to avoid all of these. Hooray for me!

Anyways, work has been making me lose pounds and blood counts. I've got a part-time job since last week. I'm a private tutor to a Korean. The work is okay, since I teach 2 hours a day. But the nitty-gritty part is tiring; preparing lesson plans, making exams, and of course, studying the lessons I'm going to teach. Well, I'm not only after the pay but I also want my student to learn A LOT from me.

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So, how to spend your rest day with a blast (and not be dead tired the next day)? Here's how?

1. Once you hit home, hit the sack.
2. After 15 hours of good night/morning sleep, start your day, still, on your bed.
3. Watch the replay of your favorite show, as for me, my favorite reality cooking show, the Top chef. Yeah, I make myself hungry with those meals.
4. After feasting my eyes (and starving myself) with sumptuous meals, I get up and eat home cooked meals, imagining those were foods cooked by the chefs. Hay, I wish I get to sit with the judges' table too. -_-
5. Bond with family. Watch a tear-jerker movie, like Toy Story 3.
6. Watch a feel-good TV show, like Glee.
7. Go to friend's house, invited or not. Lol. Friends make me soo happy. :)
8. Ask for a body massage, either from your Mom or your Dad. In my case it's always Mom :)
9. Spend time with the boyfriend.
10. End your day with a prayer.

86/53

So I have a job. So I am working 8 hours a day. So I'm going to pay my taxes soon.

Somewhere in that"work" area I am indifferent. Indifferent that I am not happy nor sad to where I am now. I do enjoy the idea of it and make sure I am good at work but at the end of the day, there's nothing sparkling nor refreshing that makes me want to love what I'm doing.

Anyhoo, I don't want to think anything of it as of now. I just want to be grateful for everything. Period.

For the meantime, just random observation from work:

• Work is different. Everything's a first. Last Thursday was my first experience of a flight irregularity. The "all up" instruction was given to us after the aircraft was set for push back. As the boarding announcer, I was asked to send the passenger manifest to the immigration after my shift. On my way, I came across a lead agent and told us to go back to the gate. The aircraft is returning on the ramp. I was excited and curious as well to find out what's the reason. Bomb threat? Security reasons? Blah blah. The reason to be was a sick passenger. According to the agents, the passenger was chilling badly inside and the cabin crews sent her back to the gate for chec-up. According to the flight nurses, the pax appeared to have a fever before she checked-in. The pax was sent to the quarantine area, pulled out her baggage and her reservation. The filght was delayed.

• Customer service is love and hate in one stone. I tend to absorb the angst and anxiousness of the passengers. But since I serve them with a smile and a happy soul, I absorb compliments and love, love, love! There's just this one foreign pax, British, I think, old, alone, fat and hot-headed who slapped me in the face with the reality that I'm in the world of servants and they, who can pay, our are lords. I was in the BCO that morning, and he was in cue waiting for his turn. He is behind the two Filipinas who have excess baggage and I told them to repack. Our conversation lasted for around 5 minutes and when their luggage had the right weight, I let them in. When he's right in front of me, I greeted that fat man with a warm smile and he answered me back with a cold, bedroom voice. I checked his baggage, gave him name tags for it and ask him to fill it up. Then he just said in an awful and irritated voice, "Just put it there, too much fuss on everything." I didn't say a word because I was upset, really. I was doing my job and everything I ask the pax to do is necessary, mandated by the airline. I would like to explain this to that old fat man but decided to stay quiet in a heartbeat instead. I wish not to have that passengers in the next days. Boo.
  

• While observing the check-in counter, there was this couple, a doctor and his wife who were set to travel around Europe, base from their itinerary. I checked their visa and I read Schengen Statene, which means they can travel anywhere in Europe with that visa. I want to have that visa someday. And I want to do the same someday. Jeff and I, in our retiring age, traveling and exploring the world and falling in love all over again! Well, in order for that we must work our asses off! :)

• It's my first time to post about work here. Hee. I don't usually write everything about my life. I prefer some things to be private. You know, my life is not an open-book. :)

• I am still writing. Hooray. My 4-year course won't surely go past the drain because I still write. And I write for a magazine. Someday I'm going back to media, either TV, radio or, print. I sure am!

• Underpaid. Yes. I. am. The work and shift is quite okay and not stressful though. The pay is not bad for the kind of work I do. But I need to raise more moolah. I will love you if you can refer me to other part-time jobs. :)

• I'm on my way for that dream. I'm training for it. I'm praying for it. Hoping, that the universe will conspire to make it happen.

• On the bad note, because of work and bad sleeping habit, my blood pressure drops down to 86/53. And I'm so eating irons and steels the following days.

How about you, what's keeping you up all day?