off to Mcdo

im out of jolibee. at last. got "termited" (short for terminated)last wednesday by my best pal manager under the grounds of AWOLility, inciting sedition, graft and corruption etc. (AWOL lang naman). in short i forgot to wake up, and my only excuse is,"how can i wake myself up when i am still sleeping?"... i decided my case wasn't that strong so i voluntarily exiled myself. hehe. it's fine because i'll finally get to fix my long deranged sleep cycle and get some sleep, no not some, but tons of sleep. and it's time to get some weight as well. MATUTULOG NA KO!!!!! but it's not ok because i get to not get some sleep. surely, im goin to miss that feel of euphoric highnesseseses out of too much work, where my thoughts run like... "my eyes are open...-who's that? i should have slept 24 hours ago!-im walking...yes!oh bird! swooosh... french fries! (repeat 30 times) am I--???6$@%! im still alive-no!wait..." total burn-out in the midst of a drinking spree along riverbanks and tumbling and doing backflips altogether. getting wasted, what a magnificent feeling. really. and on top of everything, im going to miss my babies...the walk-in-chiller and walk-in-freezer. shit, i think im gonna cry now. huhu. especially on times when i feel like i can't run and hide away from the hot, extremely hot weather, sometimes i think want to shoot the sun with my ray gun. and besides, how many homes have their own walk-in-freezers? i'm lucky i got to live with one for 5 months. sad i never had the chance to bade them farewell, the walk-ins. we've been through a lot,really and i feel like i've just broken up with 2 special girls. how can i not love them? i have been taking care of them with all my heart and soul and blood...like my life depended on them. scrapping off the formed ice that looked like stalagmites or stalactites? which is which... and the agony of scrubbing the rusting floors, no not rusting, but RUSTING floors. with the use of a no.30 sand paper. i've spent an average of 30 minutes each night just to make the chiller floor look like or reflect like a mirror! (exaggeration) sometimes, i get too immersed with the scrubbing that i bark at anybody who tries to disturb me while i srub my baby... shit. i never had the chance to scrub my gf for that long... wow. i have the most famous job that is, whenever someone ask me what am i doing, simple. "nagbubura nang kalawang." who wouldn't be famous? i wonder who's going to replace me, who's soul and spirit is going to have that patience and extra hard work and the love - to do the jobs i used to do. from the inventory forms and the counting and recounts and recounts to the garbage collecting that are sometimes heavier than me. i din't even know how to wash dishes before this job. no not really. the matter of fuctk is, i hold the record for the longest stockman crew who lasted that long in that damn store without dying. either by getting locked up inside the freezer and die of hypothermia or of loneliness (malungkot kaya dun sa loob,sino kausapin ko, yung Champ patty? ) or get locked up inside the freezer and die of food poisoning, because you're so hungry you start think that the frozen ChickenJoy is ready to eat. (yuck). or die of tetanus obviously because the management is too damn blind to see the repairs that had to be made because all they care about is how to higher their sales. or get stucked inside one of the garbage bins and be thrown inside the garbage truck and be squashed into molecules that stinks like splatted frogs and dead cats. or maybe just to get tied inside a garbage bag is enough... well unfortunately nobody died, and im not hoping somebody will (wehehe, pero.. hehe) bottomline is it was the hardest job i've gotten into, aside from tutoring and cross-stitching... but i must admit, i have learned a couple hehe many things (i'll post them later) and now i know why God cursed us human beings and mandated us to toil and work for our food and needs. though God has cursed the others with all fingers and some with only one...(i wonder which is more cruel). i therefore conclude that (physics?), i think i did a fairly good work, till last wednesday night when my lungs prevented me from waking up and held a sleep hold on me i wasnt able to go to work (for the nth time) so my best friend manager decided i should take some rest. and at last... :) bye JOLLIBEE, though now i know you're not real but just some dancer inside a still, plastic and synthetic mascot. you broke my heart. waaahhhhhhhhhh and Tony Tan Caktiong, if you're reading this. those young crews deserve some raise.