Like an annoying p.a. system, I can hear the words "last two minutes, last two minutes" blaring inside my head. The end game is close, yet I'm nowhere near prepared. Someone told me that you'd never feel prepared, ever. So I spread the word around when people say that they're not ready. Only I add "if you feel prepared THEN you'd fail". Hehehe. Now, let me make this short so I can heed the words of the prophet of doom that loudly resonates in my skull.
SACRIFICE...
MAKE IT COUNT...
THANK GOD FOR IT...
DO NOT LOOK BACK ...
NEVER LOSE SIGHT OF THE GOAL...
PUSH YOURSELF CONSTANTLY WITHOUT FAIL...
REMEMBER THAT NOT EVERYONE IS AS BLESSED...
THINK AND THANK THE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT POSSIBLE...
MAKE COURAGE AN ALLY...
FORGE STRENGTH...
I am so MAD! Right now, doing a bathlet-wielding-Klingon on a rampage sounds sweet. Ahhhhhhggggg!!! If only cutting off limbs and heads were socially acceptable deeds to demonstrate one's dissatisfaction... if only.
I woke up before 3:00 A.M. today, almost ecstatic at the prospect of having a real income after a two and a half year hiatus. It must must have been the early morning endorphins doing its magic because the cold air, empty roads, soulless sidewalks and quiet surroundings brought about a jubilant spirit that I have long forgotten. I was happy. I was informed the day before that call time was going to be 4:00 A.M. on the 14th. So I arrived with four minutes to spare, brought out my handy dandy NCLEX book and started reading. A few minutes later I was ushered along with the new guys to a room and thought that training is about to begin. Great. A few introductions and mindless chit chats later HR girl 1 comes in with our contracts in tow. After skiming through the pages I was ready to sign when someone asked HR girl 1 what our job description was. I thought to myself "what a stupid question!". How can anyone come in this early without knowing what he/she applied for? To cut the very long and boring story short, I was lucky that somebody asked that question. I ended up leaving because what they were offering wasn't what I signed up for. Their HR people really sucks as this wasn't the only screw up they made but in true passive-aggressive fashion, I clammed up instead of speaking my mind.
I went home still feeling a bit euphoric but as the last drops of endorphins were exiting my system...the noise and heat rising...KABOOOM!
Is it normal to feel nostalgic about a time one wasn't old enough to even be part of? I am thinking about late 70's Manila...the old model cars, a wide and less crowded Highway 54, empty lots that now have colossal buildings on them. I was too young to remember anything from that time but when I see really old pictures of the old metro, I just can't help but feel that those were the better days and that what we have today are just leftovers...
It's been more than four months since my trusty Treo 600 bit the dust. Funny how I went through the 5 Stages of Grief over something that's not even alive. After the charger fried the unit's motherboard (says several "technicians"), I tried to resuscitate it by using another charger. Even as I felt the back of the phone/pda heat up while it's plugged in, I kept on telling myself that it's probably just a busted charger or something minor... nothing a little tinkering won't solve. The Denial stage was short lived as I found myself hurling invectives at the previously treasured Treo. Anger of course turned into a haggling exercise as I bargained with the inanimate object, promising to never ever charge it without a voltage regulator and to get it a new screen protector. As you might have imagined, that didn't do me any good. There I was, a man deprived of the comfort and convenience that he previously took for granted. Depression started with "What in the world am I going to do now? No more instant info whether be it academic, social or trivial. Maybe I should just forget about everything. That's it, I'm done for." Accepting the fact that life goes on without the gadget wasn't a pleasant experience as I had to get a dictionary and several books to function as information banks, a job the Treo carried out so beautifully before its untimely demise.
Hohum.
C'est la Vie.
Not having a mobile phone isn't such a big deal, it's the PDA that I'm so bent out of shape about. I'm a bit harder to reach these days but at the risk of sounding full of myself, I always believe that if you're important enough, people will look for ways to get in touch with you. To be sure, I've missed sms messages here and there, some important and some not so important.
Life became a bit less hectic. The calm that not having a beeping thingamajig on me had a very soothing effect. It took some time before people I know realized that I REALLY didn't have a mobile phone and tha I wasn't just "faking" it. In a country where almost everyone from all walks of life has a mobile phone, friends and acquaintances started to accuse me of being too stingy to get a cheap phone.
Truth is, I love the peace and quiet.
I just love the sarcasm in this video. OSX rules, baby!
I've been very busy lately. Between school, studying and looking for a job...it's been really hectic. I have to say that whoever planned or integrated hospital duty during the final semester should be fired. I barely knew January and here comes February ready to go into mid swing. Talk about fast paced.
Now, I have my priorities straight and the only thing to do is follow-through on my plans. I'm afraid my batting average regarding "follow-through's" is as bad as my forehand follow-through's. This reminds me, I haven't been to a tennis court in ages. After ALL OF THIS is over or when I get the time and the resources, the first thing I'd do is visit my sanctuary and beat the heck out of a ball. I can't wait.
