Last week was unproductive; coming from husband’s hometown (to celebrate his mom, aunt cousin’s birthday celebration), and another birthday celebration from our organization’s (GAWAD FT San Luis) founder; I caught a bad case of allergic rhinitis.
When I went back to Manila, I went straight to attend mass at MCC, then to work. Good thing Sunday was another rest day for us so we were able to take a good rest during the shift. Monday morning, since I have 3 days worth of things in my bag, I decided to go home and rest, and wasn’t able to work out; this is my 2nd week that I haven’t visited the gym. I just did push ups and abs exercises not to let my body loose its strength. Then come Tuesday, I tried to work on my financial report for my new business, but due to my obsessive-compulsiveness, I wasn’t able to finish it due to missing data (which until now I haven’t finished yet).
Friday came and I planned to visit the gym, however, my original manager asked me to cover for her in training the newbies. I was like… WOW! Me?! A trainer?! I mean, yeah, it was just for two hours, but come on! I was chosen to train these newbies! I didn’t think that much if I’ll be paid (OT) or not, but I’m just happy that I was the one selected to train them. During the training, it was somewhat pleasant as they gave me the respect and acceptance that their future colleague; is their semi- trainer. They listened and answered my questions. I didn’t hear/saw any bad feedbacks or bad remarks. My predicament between them was that Trainee 2,3 and 4 all came from 1 department and so Trainee 1, feeling OC, paranoid and all somewhat, feels awkward.
Two hours was indeed short and timeless that I didn’t realize we were overtime for 30minutes. I was tired, but I was happy. I was given the chance to be my dream; a trainer for 2 hours. Or so I thought.
Saturday, I had a bad headache because early that morning, husband’s speaker mounted on the wall fell into my forehead. When my acting-supervisor slash colleague called me up and gave me surprising news. Since my original manager, is currently an acting team lead (leading 3 managers in the other department) and training the newbies at the same time, she asked me to do the rest of the training for the remaining days of the week. So this Tuesday until Friday; I will be the one to train them. I was on my way to school, so I wasn’t able to talk to her on what will I be doing, but since I already have their schedule, I have an idea on what to teach. My then bi-polar professor that morning (burst out mad/angry and after 1 hour turned happy and gay) didn’t stop me feeling good.
I then went to Glorietta to meet husband and his mom who was shopping for her DSLR’s bag and accessories. After a while, we dropped her off in Buendia on her bus ride home, and went to Jollibee Harbor square for Sofie (my cousin’s daughter’s) 1st birthday. Mom, dad, sister, Reigne and Icez (her son and daughter) were already there. It was rather weird that it was childern’s party but the children were less than 10. So the games/programs were then directed to “young adults,” I was feeling child at heart that moment so I obliged and pulled husband (who got mad after) with me to join the games. It was all gone when Jollibee and Hetty danced I think a song they called Waka-waka? What made the party more fun was when Hetty asked me to dance with her and the people were pushing me (even husband and my sister; close much?) asked me to dance!! It was hilarious!
Husband and I decided to get a massage and we found one in Park Square 1 in Makati at Mt.Albo. After the massage, there was still time for 1 LSF and then we watched Love and Other drugs starring Jake Gyllenhaal and Anne Hathaway. Wiki said that the movie was based on the story from the non-fiction book written by Jamie Reidy; Hard Sell: The Evolution of a Viagra Salesman. So that explains the Viagra story in the movie. The movie was rather humor driven, I thought it was somewhat “A Walk to Remember,” “The ugly Truth,” and “LiveShow” rolled into one; sex driven, humorous but deep (minus the XXX scenes of course).
Sunday was weird; we went home, bought some chicken (Andok’s; have to give in to our craving), slept, woke up, ate brunch, watched Despicable Me. It was around 20ish minutes before the end, I realized was laughing alone; husband fell asleep. We slept again and woke up to prepare for the mass. I have to skip MCC since I was not feeling well. We just attended the last mass at Megamall and I went straight to work.
