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Thursday, November 8th, 2007 | 1,448 Views
My very first job was for a then popular pager company. I don’t know if they’re still a company or still alive but several years ago, when the cellular phone age in the Philippines was about to take off, I was hired by them for an Outbound Telemarketing job. Of course back in the day, the call centers weren’t known as call centers yet. They were just jobs. And so I started to work there. There were no contracts, no tax deductions, no health benefits. Just report for work, make your sales, then at the end of the day, pack up and go home. Calls were only for about 5 hours, excluding lunch breaks and short breaks. You either had sales or not. If you didn’t have sales, the managers would threaten to fire you the next day if you didn’t improve. At the end of the day, all the employees would meet, and the Ex-Pats would handout several thousand to the day’s top players. Tax Free. That’s about 6,000 pesos per night if you were the top player.
If you’re an asshole with no EQ at all and just don’t have the time to at least read my story, just shout “FUCKING TAKE ME THERE ALREADY!”, or you can read the rest of the piece. (more…)
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Thursday, November 8th, 2007 | 1,402 Views
Here it is! Without further ado, I present to you Keysi Nunez’s Eight Tips to a Fast Promotion and a Lucrative Career in a Call Center.
1. Perfect Attendance - no matter what you do, this is the first thing that managers look at. Do you have perfect attendance? How many times have you been late? How many times have you been absent? Are you adhering to your schedule? Do you follow your break and lunch schedules? Are you abusing your AUX usage?
2. Stats and Metrics - Do you have the numbers? Are you meeting your targets? Perhaps the most important question here is this: Are you able to balance your metrics? An agent that successfully balances his/her metrics catches the eye of the manager/directors. (more…)
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Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007 | 2,584 Views
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Sunday, March 11th, 2007 | 679 Views
I was away from my blog for more than 5 weeks. During my hibernation, I took a photo or two of the events that I’ve been to. Not that they’re must-attend events, they’re just fun, especially if you like the people you’re with. The following images were taken with my Motorola V3X. (more…)
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Sunday, October 15th, 2006 | 484 Views
He woke up in a room he did not recognize. His head was throbbing with pain from his hangover.
Did I drink that much, he asked himself.
Slowly, he took in the details of the room. The wall adjacent to him was full of posters and photographs. Floor to ceiling windows were to his left, white curtains billowing, the cold morning breeze bringing goose bumps to his skin. The concave ceiling was painted with a scene from Dante’s Inferno. He had read that book. He found it kind of disturbing, but the way it was depicted in the painting wasn’t so bad. It was probably because the painting was faded. He imagined it in full color and detail and shuddered. He shifted to his right side. He noticed that there was a big mirror flanking the windows. It encompassed the whole wall, including the door. In the corner close to the bed was a bar, filled with different kinds of liquor. (more…)
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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006 | 632 Views
As the remnants of the night fade away, as the stars give off their last twinkle, as the moon bids farewell to yet another eventful night, I hold your hand and let out a sigh. I feel it’s warmth both physically and emotionally. My heart beats faster as I turn my gaze on you, eyes glistening, staring at the sky. I will the sun to sink back down, for in darkness we had our moment, our kairos so defty planned and reheased in my mind, while you think that everything was a coincidence. A small smile breaks my lips as I smooth the tangles on your hair. You look at me and smile back, gently squeezing my hand to acknowledge the affection. You lay your head on my shoulder and point at the morning star, stubbornly twinkling and battling the sunrise. I put my arms around you as we get comfy, sitting on the grass, leaning on the lone tree. I look at you again as you stare at sunrise, spilling its glow over the darkened sky, and feel, for the first time in my life, satisfied.
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Monday, August 28th, 2006 | 945 Views
the willing well holds deep and true
deep murky waters in the dark
chains clinking in the soft breeze
covering the sky with sparks (more…)
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Tuesday, January 10th, 2006 | 435 Views
Oooooooooh!~
Mahros and I went shopping last Sunday. 
I haven’t shopped like that in a looooooooong time! 
We spent the afternoon, towards the evening at the mall. Glorietta~ I initially wanted to get new ink. Something that continues Shiva’s fire, together with a death and suffering scene. I was in fact ready to spend at least 5 grand on it, but I remembered that I didn’t have a ready design for the tattoo, so I contented myself with shopping for various shit instead. Hmmm…. I bought this cute leather bracelet with studs and stitches (I don’t know what it’s called), a ring with a movable design (seahorses), earrings for Mahros, a pair of branded jeans (30% off), a jacket for Mahros, and lot’s of food.
To rest our oh so tired feet from all the walking, we grabbed for ourselves some frappuccinos and waited for The Family Stone to start. We had an hour or so to burn, so we sat around and talked about someone. >:) Oh, I saw Karla Jonina with her boyfriend. I also saw Armz, Pat, Jeff there. We talked about a few things as well, before we finally bid them goodbye to see the movie.
I felt famished after the piece of crap I just saw, so we decided to have dinner. I took her to Gerry’s Grille. We had the Adobo Shreds and the Baked Mussels with Veggie Rice. It was dee-lish! So went on straight home feeling satisfied with our meal and our day.
Rawr~ Mahros was supposed to go home that night, but again fell into one of my schemes, so she ended up spending the night at my? pad again.
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Friday, November 18th, 2005 | 417 Views
I dreamt about her again. ~_~ It really sucks to wake up feeling worked up and queasy because of some dream that you’re trying hard not to dream of. I just can’t find it in me to be forgiving after all that happened.
Funny, she sent me a text message saying that she was sorry and that she knew that I would someday be able to forgive her. Good news! That someday maybe EONS away. ^_^
I still glad that friends are here. Support comes in truckloads so whenever I feel crappy, Botchai, Pot, or whoever else is near me manages to make me smile. I admit, there are times (especially at home-alone) when loneliness overcomes me. Most of the time, my cellphone would go oink-oink, and I would be surprised that someone’s trying to cheer me up. When it comes to times when there’s no one else, I just take a quick trip to a convenience store, get myself a six-pack, and get wasted. Of course it isn’t enough to get me drunk, but at least I feel good about myself, being with myself.
Vanet always cheers me up. Ummm… either she cheers me up, or she reminds me of the things I neglect to do at work. Dianne’s always there. She notices when I’m gloomy. After that, it’s a trip to the 8th floor. Pot’s always busy, but notices my little quirks and mood swings and lets me be. Sheryl’s always busy too, but manages to make-epal when she has the time. Finally, there are the agents, the people who roam the floor, the people who are in a state of suspended happiness. These are the people who inspire me. Whenever I see them, I am reminded of where I was before I got here. I took in calls too. I knew what it felt like to be idle, to be pulled out. It was utter bliss!
But then again, after all the inspiration, after all the laughter and fun, after all the booze and jokes and the singing, I am left with myself again, to take the silent trip home, to open the door and see our clutter welcoming me back. I think this explains my alcoholism. When I’m wasted, I feel numb. All the frustration, the pain, and the bitterness goes away. What’s left is the savory feeling of numbness, the feeling of bliss, the world of surrealism.
And what of my tattoos? Pretty, yes. Astig, yes. Painful, definitely. Why? I think I welcome the feeling of pain. I welcome the numbness I feel after 2 hours of being pricked by needles. It’s like my life re-lived in a couple of hours. First the initial pain, next, the numbness, next the torture, lastly, the beauty of the design. When I see my Shiva, I smile. I smile because someday, I know that I will be able to smile again - genuinely. Someday I will learn to take away my cynicism. Someday I will again wake up to a beautiful day, having dreamt splendid dreams. Someday, I will hear my heart beat again.
But for now, my heart pumps dark liquid, black as ink. For now, I am a cynic. For now, I wake up and feel tight as a knot. For now, I live the dark, vengeful person. The same dark and vengeful person that I am scared of. Love me. Hate me. Feel my pain.
Rawr~
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