Sunday workday

Good thing that European people STILL give value to this day as their rest day. On a normal working days, I usually get 30+ calls per day. Some are good and some are really irate calls. Oh come on. Don't be so rude. It is just that you want to curse them back, like, "Madam, if you f*ckin' hate our system, then you are free to cancel your subscription and sign up your listing to <name of competitor>.! You're definitely not a loss!" But I just can't. In this job, I am earning. In this job, I can even buy whatever I want, go to the place I've never been before, buy girly stuff and buy something good to my baby love (hey, take note! I don't want to buy cheap items or my babe, as I buy him goods like Wrangler, Dickies or Von Dutch). I am kinda sleepy right now. But I may even steal a cat nap here in my work station or browse Facebook, view my friends' activities on Instagram, write a new post here or even read tweets. 

A while ago, I was sleeping and I was awaken by my mom's call. The conversation went like this:

Mom: O buntis ka yata. Nag test ka na ba? (You might be pregnant. Have you got yourself checked?)

Me: Di ko po alam. Hindi pa po. Nag pregnancy test po ako negative. 5 times na. (I don't know. Not yet. I tested myself with pt but it appeared to be negative)

At the back of my mind: You're lying!!!

Mom: Magpa check up ka na sa OB-Gyne para malaman natin. Sabi ni Jethro nagsusuka ka daw? Lagot tayo kay papa pag nalaman na meron. (See the doctor for your check up for us to find out. Jethro said you were vomitting lately? Your father will surely get mad in case.)

Me:  sige po. Pag nakuha ko na po yung health card ko sa company para makalibre. (Alright. Until I receive my healthcard (Intellicare), I can have a free check up)

End of conversation...

Okay.. It's not that I'm lying. I am not ready because  I am afraid that my dad might find out.He will surely get mad at me at the great extent. He has always seen me a failure. A black sheep. Their child who is a great shame and disgrace to the family. Whatever my father is going to tell me, I am ready to accept it. I grew up hearing such hurtful words that any daughter do not deserve to hear. Time!

I still have my respect to him. Sometimes I'm losing it but this time, I choose to respect him even if he shows great dislike to me. I can never change the fact that he is still my father even if I turn the world upside down. I think if there is something I can be thankful to him is that I was born in this world and I was given with a good DNA that I can pass to my offspring (daddy engineer must be proud though hahaha). I would still be thankful to his words of wisdom although he delivered it high pitched.

I have a not so good childhood experiences and I have learned from it. Since I am a parent-to-be I already have a schema on how I will raise my child. I want him/her to be comfortable telling me whatever problems that he/she has. I want my child not to learn how to lie. But why do children lie? If they do something that they know that the consequence is a punishment (corporal or verbal), they tend to lie just not to get hurt. I won't be that kind of parent. In case my child did something that will make me upset, punishment won't work. I won't apply it to my child. I will just reprimand him/her in a positive way.

Anyway, I just had my food pass given by our company clinic. I was issued with a memo yesterday by the lady guard. I smuggled a cowhead freshmilk inside. Ugh! I just...just.. i just can't!!! I want to twirl her high tied pony around her neck and kill her in asphyxia.
Now that I have this sh*t, i can now slap it to her face.

 

 Well, the privilege of wearing loosed shirt is that you may be able to smuggle forbidden foods and goods in the floor.I have brought my mobile phone inside and took my selfie hahaha

I am currently having my last break since my shift for today is 4:00AM-1:00PM. Ungodly time still.

Like what Riri said, "work, work, work, work, work".

Goodnight, Manila!