Wicked

I need to tell this.

It is really boggling in my mind as of the moment if rather I’ve been thoroughly is having a good sense in all of my blog entries. For the most part of my heavy brain I can say that I am making sense, but the other few parts say that I am otherwise. I would define sensibility as the ability of the writer to add new and useful information may it be out of work or anything under the sun’s rays not necessarily has the purpose of making people to be amazed. And then, it happened that it was my grandest thought that I am always in the passion of writing NOT to impress people but rather to open up their minds about anything. But still, as of now, I do not know still if I am successfully meeting that passion. It is because, I seem to feel that I am too dumb with all the chunks of information that I am sharing within my curly head. I can say for now that I am too far with the knowledge about current events. I can also say that I am really ignorant about the political situations of our country, the latest controversies in PDI’s editorials, latest trends in electronics, and some others that I cannot name because primarily I do not have any knowledge of them at all to exist.

My friend called me once last Wednesday just before I took my rest from my usual tiring “back office” job. It was his first time to call me after so many years during college. He was by the way my good old friend from a University in Iloilo who is also a good writer; a mass communications major so therefore I can say that he is indeed a good conversationalist (but not like those pa-coño types). He is now somewhere in the Visayas working in a call center. Again -- in a “CALL CENNNER”. I was not shocked about him telling me about the current events happening in the country. Being an editor-in-chief in his school before, I am thoroughly expecting that he’ll know loads of stuff until now especially about the budget cuts and all those jazz that will surely make you hate the country and live abroad. But I am okay, I tell you. I don’t listen much to his words to believe him entirely anyway. And so, we chatted and learn new stuffs. (Zzzzzzzzzzzz) Ok, Let me revise the former sentence. And so, he chatted and I learned new stuffs. And he was going mad for I did not know anything with everything that he said to me. That’s why he called me too ignorant and inexcusable to the Philippine Jurisprudence. I said I really need to rest. And then I heard him laughing all over. I told him I don’t have time to check the news in the paper or even scan the web; much more with his shock when I told him that we are not allowed to surf the web in the internet at work.

“I never imagined a global company making their labor force work like. . . uhm carabaos!”

“Nice choice of animal huh? It sounds nationalistic though but I hate it when you join it in with our conversation”

“I know. I am just shocked. I know that you have loads of callers in a way but generally speaking, making employees be deprived of the world wide web of information is so cruel! WICKED!”

“WE-ARE-NOT-A-CALL-CENTER.”

“What? So what’s your work then? I am thinking all over that ***tooot**** is call center as I am seeing it everyday in the papers looking for agents. . . Are you sure?”

“Are you pushing me to the fact that you are reading the papers daily?”

“I am not. Are you sure that ***tooot**** is not a call center?”

“We are not a call center but I am not saying that the whole ***tooot**** is not a call center”

“So meaning to say. There are branches within it.”

“The hell it goes. I have no time discussing things like this over the phone. I didn’t find it to be important enough to discuss.”

“Are you mad?”

“No I’m not. I am just tired. And you made me feel bad when you say ‘we are working like carabaos’ at work”

“It’s true isn’t it?”

“No it is not.”

“Okay. If you say so. I am just shocked when I knew that all agents at ***tooot**** are not allowed to surf the net.”

“I didn’t say that ‘All” agents at ***tooot**** are not allowed to surf the net!”

“You did!”

“I said, we are not allowed to surf the net, not the whole ***tooot****!”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“How come?”

“Can I sleep now?”

“Ok. Sweet dreams. I hope you’re ok.”

“I am okay.”

“No, you’re not. You sound pissed off and ...”

“..are you going to say I am going to be like an i-rate caller?”

“Just as I suspected. You’re job is in a call center!”

“I told you we are not a call center!”

“Don’t lie to me okay. The way you speak proves it well. Ok bye then . . .”

“But . . .”


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