nauseaous

whenever i meet somebody i haven't seen for a while the conversation would most likely be like this:

Q: uy, kamusta na?...
Ako: ayos naman....
Q: sa'n ka ngayon? dun pa rin?
Ako: hindi na, sa herrera...
Q: a call center?...
Ako(in my head): hindi jakol center!

all these people think i work for a call center... hell!
i used to apply to almost every call center there is but they always turn me down because i lack formal education. opo mga kababayan, di po ako nakatuntong ng kolehiyo. and now, i gave up trying to be a twang-ed, chuck taylor-clad, id-dangling, "different" dressing call center agent.there's nothing wrong with being one, i know it's one of the most lucrative jobs there is (kaya ko nga gustong pumasok dun eh), but too bad for me they wouldn't take me. haaay...kaya yan, i ended up being a porn reviewer... hehehehehe, mas masaya naman ang trabaho, less stress at higit sa lahat puro BOLD!!!! i used to work in the land of concrete castles where armies and hundredfolds of call center agents work, kaya siguro lagi akong napapagkamalan na ganun... but now i work at home, masaya kasi sa bahay lang ako... malungkot lang kasi di makalabas dahil sa trabaho.

i admire, if not envy these brilliant call center agents because of their uncanny ability to sound like they grew up in Bush-land, sana lang hindi hanggang sa bus, o sa carinderia dinadala nila...
and they have this weird tendency of discriminating people who can't comprehend what the hell they are saying. it's sad because a lot of these yabang dudes would speak in twang while buying a stick of yosi at the corner vendor. haay! yan po mga kaibigan kong magsasaka minamaliit po nila tayong mga hindi agad naiintindihan ang mga sobrang SLENG (sic) nilang pananalita.


call center agent: a pa' o' ma'bo' ligh's please?
manong vendor: ...ano po ser?
call center agent: 'a mean ma'bo' ligh's... (and gestures cigarette smoking)
manong vendor: ahhh, ano po HOPE?

nice one manong!