Booksale finds

Got three books from Booksale yesterday (all of these, previously owned). I just realized how long it has been since I last finished reading a book. I thought it’d be my read for the month.

Monkey Business by Wight, Hager, and Tyink (2007); Page after Page by Seller (2005); and 4 Blondes by Bushnell.



I never thought I’d dread (and hate) an exclamation point this much.

An exclamation point with the airport signal is not a good thing. Frustration kept me company these past two weeks. “Alert: No Internet Connection” greeted me every time I attempted to connect through wifi.

I suffered for two weeks. And then this afternoon, it just connected. I don’t know what I did (because I followed a LOT of suggestions on how to address this unit’s airport problem.) It just connected.


reality check

Disbelief, how could it be possible? How can Apple fail me? The sarcastic voice inside answered flatly, “Because… Steve Jobs is a mere  mortal? And Apple is a brand. It’s not perfection.”

I’ve been having problems with this unit. The cause, I could not yet determine. Same case with the solution. In all Apple’s confidence in it’s products – the company has disappointing customer service.

Before this experience, I saw the brand as something incapable of malfunction or discomfort for their customers. Now, it’s not different from other companies. As they focus in smugly releasing more products, I just hope they develop their customer service globally.

another down

So I focus on the little things I’ve devised to make me feel productive whenever I suck at work. That involves not meeting a deadline, passing a substandard output, or simply surviving a bad day at work. The little things that make me feel productive include keeping a journal (hopefully an entry is written before the days ends – that means something did happen to that day), this blog (to maintain the illusion that I can commit to something long-term), the jog (see entry for “this blog”), among others (for all the failed attempts… et cetera).

January ends with the completion of another journal. It took two months to fill the pages. A few stray entries in other notebooks deducted and this notebook was my life in the past two months.

Highlights of the entries include the eternally pathetic tired state, acceptance and rejection, and dealing with work backlog. How’s that for a summary? That’s the condensed version of about a hundred pages of 6×6-inch ruled sheets completed in two months.

unwilling dinner guest

If I haven’t established it at this point, let me. I’m no social person. I’m never at ease with getting to know people even if it’s about work.  Given those, I realized how desperate my colleague was in finding people to join him and the guest for dinner. It has been him and the guest all the time – two days, I guess. Perhaps, he’d ran out of stories and is in desperate need of help. Notice I’ve used the word desperate twice already.

Blame it on kindness, or perhaps the free dinner? or simply pity for the colleague? I was in. We got another colleague to join us and we made our way to dinner.

I wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. There were a lot of things to talk about – mostly thesis writing. So we asked for advise in writing our own manuscripts, we asked about how the guest found the Philippines so far, and then the conversation continued.

I honestly don’t know how we got through dinner and maintained the conversation. I had a good time – to my surprise. Perhaps I’m not as socially incapacitated as I thought – okay, that’s something that may be debunked by a future entry.