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"From now on, everyday will be the most important day." Hi! The name is Angela. Born on 10191988; existing (and living) for 21 years (and counting). Only daughter. Graduate of UST BSCS '09. Currently working (and wasting my once productive life) in night shift to sustain her luxurious life. Plans to mature on February 2010. Addicted to Web.♥ A licensed driver. In a relationship since 122108. Loves my circle of friends. Loves sweets. Sentimental. Slim, long-legged with fair complexion. Wants to edit her life. So help me God.

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7.07.2009
Escalated Calls
Story told at 16:10 // 0 person(s) left violent reaction(s).

I hate Monday.

I couldn't imagine I had 22 calls last night. It was very terrible and I felt so stressed, pressured and depressed. Aside from queueing, all the callers were irate. 80% of the callers were irate. 80% of the effin' callers asked for a supervisor. :((

After lunch, only one customer made me feel enlightened. Karen. She was old. She was nice. And she was definitely nicer than Rocky -- my second caller who almost ate me alive!

Monday is Evaluation Day. If I got 75% last week, what about this week? Err. I feel so low. So frustrated. So degraded. So stupid. And these are all because of the job that I have right now.

At this very moment, I'm not really happy with this anymore. I don't want to go to work. I don't have the excitement and adventure feeling. I don't care no matter how high our salary is.

People say, "pag hindi ka masaya sa trabaho mo, mag-resign ka." It's very impossible. I can't do that. We have a bond and I don't want to get sued because of it.

This is not actually me. Usually, whenever I got stressed and depressed with school stuff before, eating a lot was my medicine. Now, I can't even eat my whole lunch. I'm getting skinnier. I hate it.

Anyway. I know what I'm feeling now is just normal. Maybe, it's only because I'm still on the adjustment period. Hmmm... LEt's give time for myself to reflect with this.

GOOD LUCK.

These are the times I need someone by my side. I need him. But I can't see him because of this effin' schedule. Pft. The hell. I really wonder why I applied for this position... :/

I guess I'll be needing a psychologist.
I want to be just a student again.
I'm not yet ready to face the real world... I think... Maybe... I guess so...

Michael Jackson's last day of wake today. Tomorrow, he'll be resting in real peace. Let's pray for the soul of the King of Pop. His memories will always stay in every person's heart.