6 posts tagged “funny bone”
It became a cycle--I drink coffee in the morning and I find it difficult to sleep at night. The following morning, I would feel tired because I was deprived of a long, deep sleep and some power naps, which I was able to get when I was still in college. So I drink coffee again the following morning. After I concluded that a cup of coffee makes my nightly zzz's less-than-perfect a rest, I began to skip the office coffee ritual. It won't make me less of an employee, I thought. And I held on my regular morning drink: milk. And on days when I needed a dose of caffeine, I would opt for tea, which has just the right amount of caffeine to keep me alert and give me a deep sleep at night.
This morning, I prepared myself a cup of tea again now that my tummy doesn't go krook krook anymore. But because I slept a bit later than usual the previous night, my eyes were drooping just a few hours later and with my tea cup still 1/8 full. With a full work load ahead, I thought I needed the coffee as my caffeine booster.
Guess what? There wasn't a hint of peach green tea, but a full-blast grassy tea flavor. Hence, it's a mocha cum peach green tea drink. Now who wouldn't perk up to that unique morning drink?
I’ve taken the MRT and LRT a few times. And I’ve always had a buddy with me so I didn’t have to worry where to get off, which stairs to take and how and where to insert the card.
Last night, Aika and I went to Ortigas. Aika had always exerted an extra effort to bring me to bus stops, giving me road directions and accompanying me in walkways, which are quite confusing for a person with no sense of direction. She’s a traveler and I admire her for her courage in traveling alone. Last night, however, we had to part ways because she needed to get a bus, while I had to take the MRT. So she brought me the station and instructed me that all I had to do was to get down and wait for the train in that lane.
There was an approaching train, the last ride of the night. So I hurried down and hopped in. Wow, it wasn’t full at all. But I was worried that I probably got on the wrong train. A voice announced the next stop, Boni. And I thought that I’m probably on the right track, because on the way to Ortigas, the MRT card I got wasn’t faded so I remembered the few stations before Shaw, and it included Boni. A few more stations and I was off the tracks. I rode the escalator. Then, I didn’t know where to go. Everyone else at the Ayala station was on their way down, hurrying to catch the last train trip.
Find the exit sign, I told myself. But I couldn’t find it! So I went down. But no, I don’t need to take another train. Maybe the exit’s somewhere there, I thought. So I went down anyway. This is where people wait for trains, I thought. So I climbed up again.
My mind began to race.
How on earth can I get out of here?
There are two stairways leading to the two train tracks, but no exit! I’ve taken the MRT before, but why can’t I find the exit? I thought.
Then I looked straight ahead. In front of me was an escalator and above it was the magic word “Exit.”
Lack of sleep took over at 2:00PM. A team mate requested that I speak with the credit-card person conducting a CI.
“Ma’am, may I know your name please?” the credit-card person asked.
“Tracy [insert surname here],” I replied.
“Can you repeat that, Ma’am?”
“Tracy [insert surname here],” I said a little louder than the first as I adjusted the phone receiver for a clearer conversation.
I thought I said my name too loud the second time.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am, but I can’t hear you.”
“Tracy [insert surname here]!” I yelled, “T-R-A-C-Y.” I look around the office to see if I just alerted everyone to look at me.
“Come again? Jinky? Jinky Carsena?” she asked.
I put the receiver away from me and laughed. Where did Jinky come from? I used to think that I have some speech defect because a lot of people don’t get my name correctly. When I order at coffee shops, I would get a glare from cashiers who chuckle a little as if I was joking. Then, I’d understand because when I look at the written name, it’s Crazy. At fast foods, they don’t always get it correctly, “Gracie,” and perhaps I really look it, “Crazy.” Do I look like I’m always out for some joke?
But with this phone call, I was sure that it’s either she has some hearing problem or the line was no good.
“No. It’s TRAY-SEE,” I said slowly.
“T-R-A-C-Y.” I spelled out my nickname and surname.
“Come again po? Jinky?” she requested again.
This is hopeless, I thought. I couldn’t help but laugh, and I got teary-eyed from laughing. My team mates from the other cube turned their heads at me, looking puzzled. The whole floor could hear me shout and spell my name, but the caller couldn’t understand me!
“I’m sorry, pero mahina po dating n’yo dito,” I heard her say.
“Tracy [insert surname here],” I said, swallowing the giggles and trying to be serious.
Because she couldn’t understand my name, she asked me the CI questions. And after a few questions, she asked me again, “Ma’am your name po ulit.”
I burst out laughing again. I guess it took us another three minutes just to get my name. I thought the CI would only last for a few minutes. Not that I'm disappointed it took longer than expected--it was all right because after caffeine failed me, it was all I needed to keep myself awake.
When work gets to your nerves and tears your patience into pieces, you have to learn the art of amusing yourself. The hell days are here again, but I’m keeping my composure with the help of my Office Assistant, who responds to every F1 press.
Animate! Animate! Animate! With that, I get to rest my overworked processor that humans call the mind. Hehe.
He's an award-winning wizard.
That's because he's one hardworking wizard.
He thinks a lot...
And sleeps a lot.
He's also a whole bunch of fun, making faces...
...And playing hide and seek.
Ayos ba?
“Trace, patulog ka na?” Arbs asked through text at around 10:30PM last night.
“Yup, pero oks lang. May kwento ka?” I replied. I didn't mind staying up and texting her--I was subscribed to the unlimited text service of Globe, anyway.
“Wala naman,” she said.
It didn't find it surprising that she didn't have a tale to tell from the ongoing enrollment for the second sem. She just graduated from college and has been looking for a job since then. Based on my observation, she seems to be having the post-graduation and first-job hunting jitters.
“Sana makahanap na ko ng work,” she said.
I knew it. After several clicks of “Apply” and no calls from a company yet, fresh graduates itch to make bold moves to jumpstart their careers. I advised her to relax, and pointed out that she just graduated.
Because I wanted her to get rid of the anxiety that I believe affects her moods, I told her: “Mas mahirap pa maghanap ng bf kesa maghanap ng trabaho. Ikaw pa.”
