I just received the news a few minutes ago.

My abuela's mother, Abuelita Marcela, died an hour ago.

May she rest in peace.

Sad, sad, SAD :(

Addressed to all Verizon people:

YES. 

Yun na yun.  :) You guys know na what I mean.

Kung may mga tanong kayo, puntahan nyo si Sir R. nyo. ;)

The hardest part of my job is letting go of people I have come to grow fond of. 

As a trainer, it's part of my job to terminate people who won't survive in the production floor. They have to pass all the exams (there are assessments everyday for three weeks), as well as the mock calls (where they have to pretend to be in a live call and their calls are being listened to by quality assurance officers) and a-bay (also known as academy bay, where they take on the job of real agents and take live calls, and their calls are being scanned by the q.a. officers). Very few people manage to pass, because the standards they have to meet are way too high, and the job is difficult. Of course, I have my own standards to follow: I fail the trainees who have bad English-speaking skills (and yes, sadly, speaking with an  American accent is a must); I fail the trainees who cannot communicate their ideas properly, I fail the trainees who cannot troubleshoot effectively (so it goes without saying that IT background/technical skills are needed to survive in this job) and I fail people who have attitude problems (though I normally let the "kupals" slide, because I know how desperate some of them are for the job). And no matter how much I try to keep my distance, no matter how much I try not to be friends with them, no matter how much I try not to be overly attached to them, I can't help it. These are the people I see every single day. I look forward to every single training class with them. Because all of my friends are either in Manila or in Vigan, they have become my friends, my support system here in Lipa, and without them, I'd go crazy. I have trained 3 batches already, and I've managed to become friends with all of them. Everytime I have to print out a cessation letter, everytime I have to fail someone, everytime I have to tell someone  he didn't make it, my heart breaks. Tomorrow will be the judgment day of the batch that I am currently training, and I know how most of them are sacrificing and trying to survive the graveyard shift because they need the job. They have families to support. And while all of them are hardworking, there are people who I know will not pass the scans, and I will have to lay them off. And I am very very sad. 

So.

Dating him could turn out to be a good thing: we can start all over again, and fall in love all over again (I still love him, so this might not be necessary from my end) and just enjoy each other's company without the pressure of marriage and being a wife. 

I love first dates.