I wouldn't be posting anything here if I didn't have anything on my mind that was worth typing and posting. Fortunately, I'm a very considerable guy.
But really, between this post and the last one, all of my thinking energy was spread evenly over things that I really should think about. It isn't like in the past wherein nothing I do can ever make my mind deviate from Andreia. Nowadays you get your juices flowing up in your brain to churn out something substantial with more force than necessary. Fortunately again, today isn't one of those days.
I woke up to find out that one of our puppies died. She was suffering from worms in the gut for a few days before she went to the Great Kennel in the Sky. She was the second puppy we owned that I saw dead. I was the first one to discover that the first puppy I saw died, and surprisingly the sight didn't take much force from me to leave me in tears. This second pup, however, was first spotted by Manang Irene, and even if I learned second hand(!?!?!) of her death, it was a saddening moment. It was of some comfort, however, to see in how this puppy lay that she was in peace. Her eyes were open though. I would learn later on in the day that open eyes probably meant she was in excruciating pain. It's almost human for this little puppy to look serene at death, like she didn't want us to think that her passing was unbearable. Even in death dogs have tricks.
A friend arrives at my place, and we both went to pass our resumes over at ClientLogic. We came, we saw, and we're conquering.
In the very first call center of Baguio, I learned that the casualties of survival of the fittest weren't only helpless puppies who were being eaten from the inside. Jason and Emerald, who were with us initially, had to leave after we all took our initial interviews and assessment exams. Have you ever watched war movies? Did you ever see, after a battle scene, one man grieving for a fallen comrade, saying the words "I just laughed with that guy a few moments ago"? While we were waiting for our supposed final interviews, these two got letters containing uniform messages informing them that they didn't have enough. Funny thing, Emerald had the prettiest face and spontaneity out of all the females in the group. And Jason wanted the work to support his sister. They amused me the most, yet they were the ones turned down.
Hmm. I just laughed with those guys a few hours ago. God Bless them both.
Jovic goes home, and I go to Ionic. I inform the people of how I'm really going to ClientLogic. It's amazing what happens when you anticipate the worst reactions from the wrong people. On this particular occasion, the people who I thought would gawk gave me the most encouragement. And the people who I thought would encourage took my bluff (of false regret while saying what I achieved), gawked, and went ahead to kick me in the stomach. Should I be hurt or be thinking that I was following what was necessary to maintain the moral balance of life established by the "Do unto others..." quote?
In the first step I took in taking on the world, I have felt the gloom of death, genuine sympathetic grief, the fervor of victory over fear, the amusing unpredictability of my friends, and the gratitude to a higher power in bringing us all together. I'm exhausted. But for the first time in a while, I felt satisfied.
It's time to shine.