Last post for now

July 7 marked my two-year anniversary of employment, and I thought it fitting to choose it as the date of my resignation.

Since then I've reverted back to an allowanced student, which does kinda suck since I can't just go on mad money-wasting binges anymore. I remember the month I got my first paycheck, I went and bought 5 pairs of shoes. Good times. I wasn't able to put away a lot of money, but then I sure had a great time spending it -- giving my parents awesome presents, spur-of-the-moment merienda feasts at the office, and shopping with no reservations in HK and Korea.

It's been two months, by the way, and I still haven't received my last paycheck. R****n sucks!

Maybe I'll return to cornercubicle when again I find another cornercubicle in which to fight my workplace battles.

Read what I've been up to: http://goddesstrish.blogspot.com

08:04:15:XX

"I have enjoyed my tenure at [bleep] and I will forever
be grateful to all those who have helped me become
who I am today. I am, of course, greatly saddened at
the thought of leaving this company, where I have made
tremendous personal and professional relationships, but
I am also excited at the prospect of furthering my personal
growth and fulfillment."

I've done it.

I was staying on for the wrong reasons anyway. I know
I can get by with a minimal cash flow, or I'll find some
other legal source of income.

Listening to my professor talk about Second Honors and going
up on the grad stage twice to receive an award gave me a new
resolve: my parents are spending WAY too much money on my
post-grad studies for me to just fuck it up by selfishly clinging
to a job that'll take away much of my focus. Shoot for the stars
and at least you'll fall on the roof -- I know that I might be
overreaching for honors, what with my attention span problem, but
even if I won't achieve honors then I've got to be at least assured
of advancing thru law school right? The mortality rate is incredibly
high and I'm determined not to let down everyone's expectations --
including my own -- with my miserable and abject failure.

Coincidentally, I will be resigning on my 2-year anniversary with
this company.

[8 days, 4 hours, and 15 minutes remaining]

Drunken policies and honorifics

Saturday morning, and I am at work. Ugh. I wanted
so badly to stay home and sleep the late night off
I considered texting in my resignation this morning.
Haha.

Having dinner/inuman nightly after classes is swiftly
becoming a block custom, so much so that I told New Guy
# 1 to always have his ride come an hour or so after class
ends. Last night, though, was an extended inuman (until 1 am!)
since Dean Bote cancelled class today.

They kept trying to ply me with beer. "Just come to work wasted,"
my blockmate laughed. I stuck to my one bottle since I'd have to
draft policies today. Though it'd be cool to see drunken policies,
I do have to drive here and back. So, no.

---
Before entering politics, Miriam (yes, THE Miriam --
not the showbiz Miriam, duh) was a young RTC judge
in Quezon City. One memorable day, a case ended where she
awarded damages to the plaintiff. The plaintiff was so elated
that she approached Miriam after it all ended.

Plaintiff: *calling her* Miss, miss, miss...
Miriam: *miffed* Hindi ako MISS!
Plaintiff: Ah... misis na kayo?
*drumroll* Ba-dum-pssh! *drumroll*

Moral lesson: learn your honorifics.

Having worked for two years, I've gotten accustomed
to "Ma'am" and "Sir". Not to mention that I was
Soledad Reyes' student for three years prior to that and
she's not someone you could simply address as "Miss".
Nyek.

I need my Extra Joss.

Subsisting on 6-7 hours of sleep every night,
and it's starting to show. My workmate, who is
a good friend and has the license to be brutally
frank, has virtually told me that I look like the
"before" picture in the Stresstabs ad. He also said,
"You're not looking your usual poised self today."

Admittedly I look and feel frazzled, so I'm not offended.

---

Law Soundbite:
Deceit is not the proper translation of dolo. Dolus is the
equivalent to malice, which is the intent to do an injury
to another.

Issues, issues

My IS is starting to resent my working
student status, I think. And I'm not exactly
giving her reason to think that I can still
be an effective little worker bee. Um.
Heh heh. *sheepish*

Yesterday as I was rushing off to school of
COURSE she took that time to mention how
we needed to work my schedule out, my
deliverables, blah blah blah. In one ear and out
the other!

I also screwed up yesterday, missing out on
one task that was due for implementation today.
She had to fix that. Oops.

This morning she totally called me on my late
start to the day.

She's also doing that passive-aggressive shit where
she asks what my classes are like and how late I get
home and I feel like no matter how I answer she's still
going to have that pinched-mouth disapproving look on
her face as I jabber on.

Shiet. I can't even feel righteously pissy about the passive-
aggressive mindgames when I know I'm floundering at
this work-study gig.

Work vs. Law School. Fight! (And so it begins.)

The first day of class was a killer. I sneaked
out from work really early, borrowed my dad's
laptop, and arrived 2 hours early to do some
last-minute cramming. Dean Roy came in and
started bellowing at people who could (or couldn't)
give a satisfactory recit, therefore upping the
stress factor. I frantically rummaged through my
friend's digests trying to stay one step ahead,
which paid off since I was called.

We ended class at 10:30. That's p.m., mind you.
I had a stress backache and headache, and I was
so hungry/thirsty. (Wah wah wah.)

I was so exhausted I woke up late the next day and
decided not to come into work. Even though it was the
first day of an event I usually handle and coordinate.

Spent the day printing out and reading digests and cases.
With nap time penciled in between.

[Round 1: Work 0, School 1]

Negotiations

In talks to decide if something could be worked out
regarding flexi work hours and school.

What struck me as funny about the whole deal was that,
when I was explaining to the head of HR about my
situation, I kept using the term "Nandyan na eh" with an
accompanying shrug to emphasize the finality and the
uncompromising nature of my class schedule.

"Nandyan na eh." Parang unintended pregnancy. LOL