As 2012 comes to a close I, along with about 7 billion other people, start to analyse what I take away from this year.
It's been a very confusing year. A very long year. A very...well, it's been a lot of things.
I've met new people, made some friends, lost others, actually had my heart broken once (badly) back in March, put myself out there, taken myself back.
New jobs, new home (soon), frustration, joy, anger, elation, no rest....so many things.
What do I take away from all of this? Well, I think Spike said it best in the musical episode of "Buffy", "Once More With Feeling"...
"Life's not a song. Life isn't bliss, life is just this. It's living."
But I think I can add something else to that...Life may not be bliss, but if you try, and don't stop trying, it can be bliss.
Happy New Year to all (no one reads this anyways)
My love to one
My joy to all
Monday, December 31, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
As disappointing as a crappy first date...
I went to a party last night and had a really good time. Got a little drunk, danced a little stupidly, made a couple of new friends. Really good time.
This morning I woke up with the requisite hangover, late for work of course, and headed into the office.
When I get to the office I find out that one of the new friends I made last night had his cell phone stolen at the party.
Pissed me off something fierce.
This guy bought his iPhone 5 just last month and spent a damn near pretty penny on it, and someone betrayed his trust like that.
Sometimes I just don't get people.....
This morning I woke up with the requisite hangover, late for work of course, and headed into the office.
When I get to the office I find out that one of the new friends I made last night had his cell phone stolen at the party.
Pissed me off something fierce.
This guy bought his iPhone 5 just last month and spent a damn near pretty penny on it, and someone betrayed his trust like that.
Sometimes I just don't get people.....
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Sweating Buckets
The heat here is overwhelming...no, seriously, yesterday it was 43°C with the heat factor.
I felt like I was drippng away to nothingness.
It's an interesting image, don't you think? To drip away into non-existence. To fade from memory as if you never were, evaporating into the atmosphere only to float around with the trillions of other particles.
Stephen King, an amazing writer in my opinion, wrote in a preface of a collection of short stories "Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
That feeling of loneliness is like walking into a vast cavern and yelling at the top of your lungs...It can be an incredible short-term experience, but then you realize that all you're listening to is your own voice from a short while ago.
To make a connection, a reciprocal one obviously, can make you float on air. Make you feel like you're on top of the world at all times, but sometimes that connection doesn't mean as much to them as it does to you. Or vice-versa.
You're a support structure, you're a sounding board, you're a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. Granted, everyone needs that, but once again, you end up being alone...and there's that word again. That horrible word.
It resonates inside of you when you say it, but no one feels it the same way you do. They don't feel it echoing in the recesses of your very being, until all it is is a voice, a tiny little voice, saying that things won't change.
Fucking little voice. Fucking little word. Fucking sensation.
I felt like I was drippng away to nothingness.
It's an interesting image, don't you think? To drip away into non-existence. To fade from memory as if you never were, evaporating into the atmosphere only to float around with the trillions of other particles.
Stephen King, an amazing writer in my opinion, wrote in a preface of a collection of short stories "Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
That feeling of loneliness is like walking into a vast cavern and yelling at the top of your lungs...It can be an incredible short-term experience, but then you realize that all you're listening to is your own voice from a short while ago.
To make a connection, a reciprocal one obviously, can make you float on air. Make you feel like you're on top of the world at all times, but sometimes that connection doesn't mean as much to them as it does to you. Or vice-versa.
You're a support structure, you're a sounding board, you're a reservation for one at the best restaurant in town. Granted, everyone needs that, but once again, you end up being alone...and there's that word again. That horrible word.
It resonates inside of you when you say it, but no one feels it the same way you do. They don't feel it echoing in the recesses of your very being, until all it is is a voice, a tiny little voice, saying that things won't change.
Fucking little voice. Fucking little word. Fucking sensation.
A Post-Saturnalia Post
So a very good friend of mine recommended that I start writing in my blog again. The stupid, inane things that I wrote down here years ago seemed to do me well....
Here I am, it's half past 3 in the morning on December 25th....and I have nothing to show for this 2012.
A little emptiness (ok, fine, a lot). I'm listening to an assortment of music, a lot of Michael Buble oddly enough. Most of my "friends" are out with each other, living it up, getting sloshed, doing things that I'd rather be doing.
And here I am...worried about one friend who has gotten herself into a bit of a medical pickle by following an idiotic diet. And worried even moreso about another friend who seems to be missing someone greatly during this holiday season.
She hasn't wanted to talk about it, and I think it's because the wound is too fresh in her heart. But at the same time I feel that she needs to talk about it.
Off on a tangent again...I stare at my fingers while I type and I marvel at how easily the words come out. I barely have to think them and there they are on the screen. No, it's not a wonderous thing...everyone thinks and writes and speaks, but not many do it coherently.
Am I writing coherently though? Or is this more stream-of-consciousness writing?
No clue.
Back to my friend...I like her, she knows it. I've laid it out for her in no uncertain terms, but as always with "El Gringo" (as they call me here), I'm not enough of a dick, so I end up as the greatest friend on the planet.
Yeah, the lonely man's life for me....there's a song in there somewhere, probably a Blues song.
It's an old story, probably the oldest one.
Either way I want to be there for this girl. Maybe she needs a friend more than she needs a boyfriend (at 37 is being a boyfriend even viable??)
She needs support more than she does romance. A caring ear, more than loving lips. I could go on and on.
My best and worst course of action is to just keep helping her, listening to her, being there.
Yes, I know, I'll continue to be a friend and nothing more...but maybe that's my destiny. To be the best friend around, even though I'm probably too damned lonely to be of any good to anyone.
I'm reminded of a phrase I read once in a book "Done bun can't be undone". I've chosen this path, it's my lot in life.
And I'm good at it.
Here I am, it's half past 3 in the morning on December 25th....and I have nothing to show for this 2012.
A little emptiness (ok, fine, a lot). I'm listening to an assortment of music, a lot of Michael Buble oddly enough. Most of my "friends" are out with each other, living it up, getting sloshed, doing things that I'd rather be doing.
And here I am...worried about one friend who has gotten herself into a bit of a medical pickle by following an idiotic diet. And worried even moreso about another friend who seems to be missing someone greatly during this holiday season.
She hasn't wanted to talk about it, and I think it's because the wound is too fresh in her heart. But at the same time I feel that she needs to talk about it.
Off on a tangent again...I stare at my fingers while I type and I marvel at how easily the words come out. I barely have to think them and there they are on the screen. No, it's not a wonderous thing...everyone thinks and writes and speaks, but not many do it coherently.
Am I writing coherently though? Or is this more stream-of-consciousness writing?
No clue.
Back to my friend...I like her, she knows it. I've laid it out for her in no uncertain terms, but as always with "El Gringo" (as they call me here), I'm not enough of a dick, so I end up as the greatest friend on the planet.
Yeah, the lonely man's life for me....there's a song in there somewhere, probably a Blues song.
It's an old story, probably the oldest one.
Either way I want to be there for this girl. Maybe she needs a friend more than she needs a boyfriend (at 37 is being a boyfriend even viable??)
She needs support more than she does romance. A caring ear, more than loving lips. I could go on and on.
My best and worst course of action is to just keep helping her, listening to her, being there.
Yes, I know, I'll continue to be a friend and nothing more...but maybe that's my destiny. To be the best friend around, even though I'm probably too damned lonely to be of any good to anyone.
I'm reminded of a phrase I read once in a book "Done bun can't be undone". I've chosen this path, it's my lot in life.
And I'm good at it.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Talk to me! Talk to you? Guess not...
I just received 3 text messages from a friend of mine. And I sent her responses to each of those messages.
Once I finished writing the last one out I got to thinking. Have we become so used to non-verbal communication (which inevitably takes up more time than verbal) that we avoid talking to each other?
How much more difficult is it to pick up the phone and call a friend on their birthday, instead of texting her/him?
Is it really that much easier to send an IM to a colleague who doesn't sit too far away, instead of strolling by?
I understand that sometimes due to work we have to stay at our desks/posts/latrines, or for any other reason, but have we really gone so far as to eliminate sociability?
This depresses me a bit, especially since I do exactly all these things that I'm complaining about.
Granted I do prefer to pick up the phone or get up and away from my desk to talk to someone. I just feel that there's a better dialogue when you can look someone in the face, or listen to their voice. But I'm still guilty.
Online Social systems inevitably promote this state of affairs a bit, since it's wholly virtual, but they do it on a much more social level, and across all of the globe.
I just hope that we don't lose all of our contact. There's just something nicer about talking than texting.
Once I finished writing the last one out I got to thinking. Have we become so used to non-verbal communication (which inevitably takes up more time than verbal) that we avoid talking to each other?
How much more difficult is it to pick up the phone and call a friend on their birthday, instead of texting her/him?
Is it really that much easier to send an IM to a colleague who doesn't sit too far away, instead of strolling by?
I understand that sometimes due to work we have to stay at our desks/posts/latrines, or for any other reason, but have we really gone so far as to eliminate sociability?
This depresses me a bit, especially since I do exactly all these things that I'm complaining about.
Granted I do prefer to pick up the phone or get up and away from my desk to talk to someone. I just feel that there's a better dialogue when you can look someone in the face, or listen to their voice. But I'm still guilty.
Online Social systems inevitably promote this state of affairs a bit, since it's wholly virtual, but they do it on a much more social level, and across all of the globe.
I just hope that we don't lose all of our contact. There's just something nicer about talking than texting.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Damn these 31 years!
I know I haven't been updating, but I figured I owed it to the blogging community to blog today.
I'm 31 years old.
31.
Jeez.
No longer in the realm of even considering the possibility of the idea of being childish or foolish. Responsibilities abound and I must confront them.
Don't take me wrong, I've never been one to shy away from responsibilities, on the contrary, I've normally been one to face them head on.
But now, I can't consider childishness as part of my make-up.
I must let go of many things that I have held on to until now. My comic book collection will go to Frankie, definitively. My foolish desktop (showing Lex Luthor in the new Superman movie) will be replaced by a more somber one (no idea which one yet).
And I definitely have to do something about fixing up my life. I now have an extremely respectable job, money in the bank, I'm up to date on all my bills, and I've even bought myself new clothes. Love life? Nope.
Not long ago I wrote that I would deny myself a love life, then not long after that I was searching desperately.
Time to grow up.
No more stupidly Chasing Amy.
Time to face the fact that if it doesn't come to me, it doesn't come. But not to go nuts looking, and ruining myself and my heart for it.
So here I am 31 years old and what can I say that I have?
Alot, thankfully.
A wonderful son who loves me, and who I love more than I could ever imagine possible.
A family who loves me, even though they can be pains in the ass.
A great job, which I'm apparently doing well.
Great friends who care for me deeply.
And what else matters? Not much from my point of view.
Do I have material wealth? Nope, and don't really care.
So....Damn these 31 years? Nope. Thank God for them!
Live, laugh, love. No more can be done, and no more should be done.
I'm 31 years old.
31.
Jeez.
No longer in the realm of even considering the possibility of the idea of being childish or foolish. Responsibilities abound and I must confront them.
Don't take me wrong, I've never been one to shy away from responsibilities, on the contrary, I've normally been one to face them head on.
But now, I can't consider childishness as part of my make-up.
I must let go of many things that I have held on to until now. My comic book collection will go to Frankie, definitively. My foolish desktop (showing Lex Luthor in the new Superman movie) will be replaced by a more somber one (no idea which one yet).
And I definitely have to do something about fixing up my life. I now have an extremely respectable job, money in the bank, I'm up to date on all my bills, and I've even bought myself new clothes. Love life? Nope.
Not long ago I wrote that I would deny myself a love life, then not long after that I was searching desperately.
Time to grow up.
No more stupidly Chasing Amy.
Time to face the fact that if it doesn't come to me, it doesn't come. But not to go nuts looking, and ruining myself and my heart for it.
So here I am 31 years old and what can I say that I have?
Alot, thankfully.
A wonderful son who loves me, and who I love more than I could ever imagine possible.
A family who loves me, even though they can be pains in the ass.
A great job, which I'm apparently doing well.
Great friends who care for me deeply.
And what else matters? Not much from my point of view.
Do I have material wealth? Nope, and don't really care.
So....Damn these 31 years? Nope. Thank God for them!
Live, laugh, love. No more can be done, and no more should be done.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Do you like my balls?
I was just chatting with a friend, joking around a little, and she said she likes my balls!
Well, not directly, but she answered in the affirmative when I asked her if she did.
Hehehehe, someone likes my balls.
Well, not directly, but she answered in the affirmative when I asked her if she did.
Hehehehe, someone likes my balls.
Saturday, April 29, 2006
A pop of the head
Well, preparations are going well.
I left my other job about a week and a half ago. So this past week I've been going about town getting my shit together for my trip.
Also, I've been spending a shitload of time with Frankie. I've got to take advantage of the fact that I've got a lot of free time. He and I have been playing like crazy.
On a more pissed off note, since I left my old job I've been waiting for my ass fucker boss to pay me what he owes me, in comissions as well as my monthly pay. Fucker still hasn't paid me!
So I've been trying to spend as little money as possible, but I'm leaving in a week, and I need to buy some stuff, definitely.
So until he pays me, I'm dimeless. (I always hated the phrase penniless).
Either way, I bought a sport coat, new shoes, some dress shirts, and personal hygiene stuff.
My trip is gonna be amazing. I'm leaving on the 8th, arriving in Dallas on the 9th, staying in an Amerisuites hotel, and coming back on the 20th. This is gonna be soo cool.
I'm just gonna miss Frankie, though, alot. But I have permission to call him every night.
So, I'll be back soon. With more updates on the Amanda & Pablo show :D (you guys guess who Amanda is)
I left my other job about a week and a half ago. So this past week I've been going about town getting my shit together for my trip.
Also, I've been spending a shitload of time with Frankie. I've got to take advantage of the fact that I've got a lot of free time. He and I have been playing like crazy.
On a more pissed off note, since I left my old job I've been waiting for my ass fucker boss to pay me what he owes me, in comissions as well as my monthly pay. Fucker still hasn't paid me!
So I've been trying to spend as little money as possible, but I'm leaving in a week, and I need to buy some stuff, definitely.
So until he pays me, I'm dimeless. (I always hated the phrase penniless).
Either way, I bought a sport coat, new shoes, some dress shirts, and personal hygiene stuff.
My trip is gonna be amazing. I'm leaving on the 8th, arriving in Dallas on the 9th, staying in an Amerisuites hotel, and coming back on the 20th. This is gonna be soo cool.
I'm just gonna miss Frankie, though, alot. But I have permission to call him every night.
So, I'll be back soon. With more updates on the Amanda & Pablo show :D (you guys guess who Amanda is)
Friday, April 14, 2006
I GOT IT!!!!!!!!!
Well I'm happy as all holy hell!
Night before last I got a call at my mom's place, and I checked the messages! It was from Zonamerica. They wanted me to call them as soon as possible, even though it was 10:30 pm I still called. Ended up talking to the Human Resources Manager.
She had called to offer me the job!! :D
She explained all the benefits, the pay, and the trip.
I spent close to an hour with her on the phone, and she told me that I'd have to confirm via email the next day. Which I obviously did!
Now I just have to quit my other pathetic job.
Because I know how much of an ass my current boss is, I'm gonna have to bullshit him as to why I'm leaving, since if I tell him I'm leaving for a better job (which pays about double what he pays me) he might very well try and not pay me the money he owes me.
They say the best lies incorporate swatches of the truth in them, so I'm gonna go next week to him and tell him that I have to travel to the US (this is the truth). I'm gonna tell him that my father needs me to go with him on business for at least 2 months (the lie).
This covers my ass in several ways. I would be leaving for family obligations (so he can't say no), and the time period would mean that I can't come back to his offices.
So with my new job, I'm starting on May 8th, I have orientation at the Montevideo offices that morning, and that evening I'm travelling to Dallas, TX for 2 weeks for training. This is a huge opportunity for me!
I decided that I'm not going to be telling Frankie that I'm leaving, since it would probably drive him nuts. So, since I'm going to be able to call him every night, I'm just not going to tell him.
So, I've got about a week left in this dead-end job, and then I'm in preps for my trip :D
Night before last I got a call at my mom's place, and I checked the messages! It was from Zonamerica. They wanted me to call them as soon as possible, even though it was 10:30 pm I still called. Ended up talking to the Human Resources Manager.
She had called to offer me the job!! :D
She explained all the benefits, the pay, and the trip.
I spent close to an hour with her on the phone, and she told me that I'd have to confirm via email the next day. Which I obviously did!
Now I just have to quit my other pathetic job.
Because I know how much of an ass my current boss is, I'm gonna have to bullshit him as to why I'm leaving, since if I tell him I'm leaving for a better job (which pays about double what he pays me) he might very well try and not pay me the money he owes me.
They say the best lies incorporate swatches of the truth in them, so I'm gonna go next week to him and tell him that I have to travel to the US (this is the truth). I'm gonna tell him that my father needs me to go with him on business for at least 2 months (the lie).
This covers my ass in several ways. I would be leaving for family obligations (so he can't say no), and the time period would mean that I can't come back to his offices.
So with my new job, I'm starting on May 8th, I have orientation at the Montevideo offices that morning, and that evening I'm travelling to Dallas, TX for 2 weeks for training. This is a huge opportunity for me!
I decided that I'm not going to be telling Frankie that I'm leaving, since it would probably drive him nuts. So, since I'm going to be able to call him every night, I'm just not going to tell him.
So, I've got about a week left in this dead-end job, and then I'm in preps for my trip :D
Monday, April 10, 2006
More frustration and my boy's sick :(
Frankie has the flu and a slight fever.
That saddens me because he has to stay in bed constantly and not play like he loves to.
So, this morning at 7:45 am, F called me to go and take care of him for a few hours. Just until I would have to come to work.
I said no problem. There is no way that I'm not gonna be there for my boy when he needs me.
I was nervous about the call I would have to make to ZA. But I still packed up and went.
My boy was waiting for me there.
All we did, literally was watch movies and TV while he lay there in bed taking little naps, drinking water and me putting cold cloths on his forehead.
At about 9:30 I called ZA to talk to the HR Manager, who had called me.
MY FUCKING LUCK!!!!
She left for her vacation on Friday night!!! Now I'm even more pissed off at my mom!
Either way I left messages on her cell phone and her work message service, as well as her secretary. I sure hope I haven't lost my opportunity to get out of this shithole. If I did, I'll never forgive my mom.
So here I am at work now. Checking my mom's answering service every 20 mins. Just in case.
Cause I soooooo want to get out of here.
That saddens me because he has to stay in bed constantly and not play like he loves to.
So, this morning at 7:45 am, F called me to go and take care of him for a few hours. Just until I would have to come to work.
I said no problem. There is no way that I'm not gonna be there for my boy when he needs me.
I was nervous about the call I would have to make to ZA. But I still packed up and went.
My boy was waiting for me there.
All we did, literally was watch movies and TV while he lay there in bed taking little naps, drinking water and me putting cold cloths on his forehead.
At about 9:30 I called ZA to talk to the HR Manager, who had called me.
MY FUCKING LUCK!!!!
She left for her vacation on Friday night!!! Now I'm even more pissed off at my mom!
Either way I left messages on her cell phone and her work message service, as well as her secretary. I sure hope I haven't lost my opportunity to get out of this shithole. If I did, I'll never forgive my mom.
So here I am at work now. Checking my mom's answering service every 20 mins. Just in case.
Cause I soooooo want to get out of here.
Friday, April 07, 2006
I'm sooooo fucking pissed at my mom!
My mom called me at work tonight.
It was amazing news that she had for me. They called me from ZA already, but I'm not sure why!
Apparently they left a message on her service yesterday, and she just got the message today. So she calls me at work at 7:30 so that I can call them. And no fucking way am I gonna call them from here!
I'm gonna have to wait until Monday morning to call. But it pisses me off sooooo fucking much! Why didn't she check her messages earlier!!!!?????
ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
It was amazing news that she had for me. They called me from ZA already, but I'm not sure why!
Apparently they left a message on her service yesterday, and she just got the message today. So she calls me at work at 7:30 so that I can call them. And no fucking way am I gonna call them from here!
I'm gonna have to wait until Monday morning to call. But it pisses me off sooooo fucking much! Why didn't she check her messages earlier!!!!?????
ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
What an amazing opportunity
I went to the job interview on Wednesday, and it went amazingly well!
I got there about 20 minutes early, just in case. My father always said, better to be an hour early than a minute late for anything.
I waited a few minutes, and then lo and behold I see one of my best friends, Martin (aka Magnus).
We chatted for a few minutes, laughing and generally catching up. And then my interviewer showed up. Apparently, my chatting with a friend caused a good impression.
The interview went great. I started chatting with her about my work and life experience, when she interrupted me and said that she wanted to get her colleagues in on it via telephone conference. No problem with me :D
Between all three of them they explained the job position to me. Basically I'd be general manager of an entire department.
They asked me some pretty in-depth questions as to how I would deal with certain situations. Then they did something unexpected.
They pulled out an itinerary for a trip to Dallas, Texas!
If I get the job they're going to be sending me to Texas for two weeks for my training. Everything Paid!
They're going to be giving me a laptop, phone, access stuff and ID's. And they're taking me to a baseball game!!!!!!
Wow, I was soooo shocked.
Personally I think the interview went amazingly well, and I think I got it, but they did tell me that they would be contacting me next week with the confirmation or denial.
I do hope they call!
I got there about 20 minutes early, just in case. My father always said, better to be an hour early than a minute late for anything.
I waited a few minutes, and then lo and behold I see one of my best friends, Martin (aka Magnus).
We chatted for a few minutes, laughing and generally catching up. And then my interviewer showed up. Apparently, my chatting with a friend caused a good impression.
The interview went great. I started chatting with her about my work and life experience, when she interrupted me and said that she wanted to get her colleagues in on it via telephone conference. No problem with me :D
Between all three of them they explained the job position to me. Basically I'd be general manager of an entire department.
They asked me some pretty in-depth questions as to how I would deal with certain situations. Then they did something unexpected.
They pulled out an itinerary for a trip to Dallas, Texas!
If I get the job they're going to be sending me to Texas for two weeks for my training. Everything Paid!
They're going to be giving me a laptop, phone, access stuff and ID's. And they're taking me to a baseball game!!!!!!
Wow, I was soooo shocked.
Personally I think the interview went amazingly well, and I think I got it, but they did tell me that they would be contacting me next week with the confirmation or denial.
I do hope they call!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Old McDonald had a farm...with a huge pool
Frankie and I went swimming on Saturday.
We had an absolute blast. To be honest that's the first time we've gone swimming in at least 2 years. And he took to it just like his old man!
I used to be an avid swimmer in my youth. Oh woe is me, my days of youth are long past! When I was in High School, I was part of the Swim Team. I was actually really good, since I could hold my breath for the 50m freestyle swim, gaining a second or two that everyone else would lose during the race.
My son apparently loves the water too! When we got there he was hyped and just jumped in, luckily I was already in the water, because we would have had problems since he didn't have his floater on yet.
We put his floater on, and he just started jumping in and out, no fear! He also let go of me at one point and just started trying to kick his way through the water, but he was vertical. I finally told him to make as if he were flying, and he got the hang of it.
We were dead tired by the time we were finished. I took him to his home and I went home as well.
I had planned to meet up with Alejandra, but that fizzled out. Apparently she had to take care of her kids. I don't mind that at all.
So I just slept Saturday night.
Sunday morning, I woke up to the phone ringing. It was Frankie :D
He wanted me to go pick him up and take him to the zoo.
So that's exactly what I did!
It was open this time, thankfully, and we had a great time. The zoo here isn't huge, but it has a nice variety of animals. Lions, tigers, jaguars, pumas, an elephant, hyenas, monkeys, birds, even some seals. We had a great time, and Frankie especially loved the Lion and the seals.
He kept imitating them all through our visit.
I had a seriously great time with him.
On another note, I got the call from Zonamerica. They actually called on Friday, but my mom gave me the message on Sunday.
So yesterday morning, I called, and I've got the interview with the Texans tomorrow at 2pm.
I'm gonna call in sick here at work, so that I won't miss this incredible opportunity.
Wish me luck!
We had an absolute blast. To be honest that's the first time we've gone swimming in at least 2 years. And he took to it just like his old man!
I used to be an avid swimmer in my youth. Oh woe is me, my days of youth are long past! When I was in High School, I was part of the Swim Team. I was actually really good, since I could hold my breath for the 50m freestyle swim, gaining a second or two that everyone else would lose during the race.
My son apparently loves the water too! When we got there he was hyped and just jumped in, luckily I was already in the water, because we would have had problems since he didn't have his floater on yet.
We put his floater on, and he just started jumping in and out, no fear! He also let go of me at one point and just started trying to kick his way through the water, but he was vertical. I finally told him to make as if he were flying, and he got the hang of it.
We were dead tired by the time we were finished. I took him to his home and I went home as well.
I had planned to meet up with Alejandra, but that fizzled out. Apparently she had to take care of her kids. I don't mind that at all.
So I just slept Saturday night.
Sunday morning, I woke up to the phone ringing. It was Frankie :D
He wanted me to go pick him up and take him to the zoo.
So that's exactly what I did!
It was open this time, thankfully, and we had a great time. The zoo here isn't huge, but it has a nice variety of animals. Lions, tigers, jaguars, pumas, an elephant, hyenas, monkeys, birds, even some seals. We had a great time, and Frankie especially loved the Lion and the seals.
He kept imitating them all through our visit.
I had a seriously great time with him.
On another note, I got the call from Zonamerica. They actually called on Friday, but my mom gave me the message on Sunday.
So yesterday morning, I called, and I've got the interview with the Texans tomorrow at 2pm.
I'm gonna call in sick here at work, so that I won't miss this incredible opportunity.
Wish me luck!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Everything got Fucked up at work
It was a shitstorm today.
A co-worker resigned!
Sasha, a very pleasing lady, decided to resign today because of a lack of job security.
While working on our sales, our Database decided to die on us, so our boss switched us over to another campaign focused on Mortgages.
This is a seriously shitty campaign to work with. And believe me I tried my best.
But, no training, no practice, hell not even a good pitch to try to get leads!
So after a few hours of working on this campaign, the office supervisor, Shirley, called us into her office.
Apparently she was displeased with the lack of enthusiasm with which we were facing this campaign.
No shit Sherlock! We were pissed off!
Well, Sasha was pissed off enough to decide that she had had enough of foolishness here at work. Our lead database gets shittier and shittier every day, there is no movement to improve the work area, as was promised a month ago, and now they get pissed off because we're not enthusiastic about a switch of campaigns, without training???
She said "I resign" and walked out.
I applaud her, honestly I do. And if I had had confirmation from Zonamerica about that job, I would have walked out with her.
I wish Sasha all the best in her future endeavours and hope she finds what she's looking for in work and life.
A co-worker resigned!
Sasha, a very pleasing lady, decided to resign today because of a lack of job security.
While working on our sales, our Database decided to die on us, so our boss switched us over to another campaign focused on Mortgages.
This is a seriously shitty campaign to work with. And believe me I tried my best.
But, no training, no practice, hell not even a good pitch to try to get leads!
So after a few hours of working on this campaign, the office supervisor, Shirley, called us into her office.
Apparently she was displeased with the lack of enthusiasm with which we were facing this campaign.
No shit Sherlock! We were pissed off!
Well, Sasha was pissed off enough to decide that she had had enough of foolishness here at work. Our lead database gets shittier and shittier every day, there is no movement to improve the work area, as was promised a month ago, and now they get pissed off because we're not enthusiastic about a switch of campaigns, without training???
She said "I resign" and walked out.
I applaud her, honestly I do. And if I had had confirmation from Zonamerica about that job, I would have walked out with her.
I wish Sasha all the best in her future endeavours and hope she finds what she's looking for in work and life.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
A blast from the past
I got an MSN message today from an unexpected person.
A woman I knew, Alejandra, MSN'd me today. Alejandra and I knew each other about 3 years ago.
My marriage was on severe rocks, I was severely depressed, and she was a good friend. Her marriage was also on the rocks, and I figure I was a form of support for her at that time.
Did we have a romantic relationship? No, not really. We tried having a sexual one, but that didn't work all that well either. So we just stayed friends.
The last time I talked to her was about 2 months before I left Uruguay last year. About a month before that last conversation she admitted to me that she was in love with me, and wanted to pursue a romantic and sexual relationship with me.
At the time I was seriously fucked up in the head because of F. So I turned her down. Then came our last conversation. I wanted her to know that I still considered her a close friend, and she pretty much told me to fuck off. I didn't blame her, but it did hurt.
We hadn't talked at all since I got back, I didn't even have her number, but she was on my MSN list.
Then a message from her appears. We chatted for a while, catching up. And apparently she's still interested in me!
Will this work? Will I even try?
I don't know, but I guess I owe it to myself to try.
The last time I was confused about F, now I'm not confused.
I'm not in a relationship with Betty, at all. She's history. And I have no possibilities with Veronica. So why not?
I think I'll call her tomorrow.
A woman I knew, Alejandra, MSN'd me today. Alejandra and I knew each other about 3 years ago.
My marriage was on severe rocks, I was severely depressed, and she was a good friend. Her marriage was also on the rocks, and I figure I was a form of support for her at that time.
Did we have a romantic relationship? No, not really. We tried having a sexual one, but that didn't work all that well either. So we just stayed friends.
The last time I talked to her was about 2 months before I left Uruguay last year. About a month before that last conversation she admitted to me that she was in love with me, and wanted to pursue a romantic and sexual relationship with me.
At the time I was seriously fucked up in the head because of F. So I turned her down. Then came our last conversation. I wanted her to know that I still considered her a close friend, and she pretty much told me to fuck off. I didn't blame her, but it did hurt.
We hadn't talked at all since I got back, I didn't even have her number, but she was on my MSN list.
Then a message from her appears. We chatted for a while, catching up. And apparently she's still interested in me!
Will this work? Will I even try?
I don't know, but I guess I owe it to myself to try.
The last time I was confused about F, now I'm not confused.
I'm not in a relationship with Betty, at all. She's history. And I have no possibilities with Veronica. So why not?
I think I'll call her tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Waiting and waiting
Well I'm still waiting for Zonamerica to call.
The situation here at work is getting unbearable.
It's not so much who I'm working with, but the work situation is getting extremely difficult to bear with. Our leads for sales are being reduced in quantity, which means that we'll have less sales each day. I was hoping to reach 61 sales, so I could have 4% in comissions, but right now I'm just hoping that I'll reach 41!
So hopefully Zonamerica will call and offer me that fucking job!!!!
On another note, I talked to Frankie this morning, he was sick. So he won't be going to school until he gets better.
It's a bummer, but it happens.
The situation here at work is getting unbearable.
It's not so much who I'm working with, but the work situation is getting extremely difficult to bear with. Our leads for sales are being reduced in quantity, which means that we'll have less sales each day. I was hoping to reach 61 sales, so I could have 4% in comissions, but right now I'm just hoping that I'll reach 41!
So hopefully Zonamerica will call and offer me that fucking job!!!!
On another note, I talked to Frankie this morning, he was sick. So he won't be going to school until he gets better.
It's a bummer, but it happens.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Yesterday kerflutzed
I spent yesterday with Frankie.
I had promised him we'd go to the Zoo, and I took him there.
But once we got there the doors were shut. It was fucking closed!!!
Apparently because of some municipal elections, they had closed down all official buildings and centers, including the Zoo.
Frankie was sooo bummed out, but I was even more bummed out. I actually cried my head off, because I had promised him. He hugged me and said "Don't cry Papa, we can go to the Park"
Which we did.
It was fun, and then we went to my mom's place so Frankie could spend some time with her.
On another note, my dad and I went to Atlantida yesterday, where he has his summer home.
It's no longer summer here, but we had a nice barbecue and talked a bit.
We would have loved to take Frankie, but when we went to pick him up, he was already eating a barbecue and would soon take his nap.
Either way it was a nice time.
I had promised him we'd go to the Zoo, and I took him there.
But once we got there the doors were shut. It was fucking closed!!!
Apparently because of some municipal elections, they had closed down all official buildings and centers, including the Zoo.
Frankie was sooo bummed out, but I was even more bummed out. I actually cried my head off, because I had promised him. He hugged me and said "Don't cry Papa, we can go to the Park"
Which we did.
It was fun, and then we went to my mom's place so Frankie could spend some time with her.
On another note, my dad and I went to Atlantida yesterday, where he has his summer home.
It's no longer summer here, but we had a nice barbecue and talked a bit.
We would have loved to take Frankie, but when we went to pick him up, he was already eating a barbecue and would soon take his nap.
Either way it was a nice time.
Friday, March 24, 2006
PAID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, I got paid my comissions and I'm going to F's house to pay her.
You have no idea how giddy I am!
Finally to be economically free of that @&$E@#$@#
You have no idea how giddy I am!
Finally to be economically free of that @&$E@#$@#
SHIT FUCK! It had better happen!
Ok, today's been on and off.
This morning I had an interview at Zonamerica. That's the Free Zone here, for a company called Sabre.
If I get the job that they're offering, I'd be making more money, and I'd get more benefits. This was apparently a preliminary interview. There had been 700 people on the first list, then it was cut down to 6. We 6 were given a questionnaire to answer, which we did. Of the 6 of us, I'm the only one with Call Center experience, and the only one with native English.
I think I'll do fairly well :D
Well, on another note. I'm sooooooo fucking screwed today if they don't pay my comissions!
F is supposed to come by today to pick up her money, and if they don't pay, I'm seriously screwed.
Hopefully it'll happen.
I hate being in hock to my ex.
This morning I had an interview at Zonamerica. That's the Free Zone here, for a company called Sabre.
If I get the job that they're offering, I'd be making more money, and I'd get more benefits. This was apparently a preliminary interview. There had been 700 people on the first list, then it was cut down to 6. We 6 were given a questionnaire to answer, which we did. Of the 6 of us, I'm the only one with Call Center experience, and the only one with native English.
I think I'll do fairly well :D
Well, on another note. I'm sooooooo fucking screwed today if they don't pay my comissions!
F is supposed to come by today to pick up her money, and if they don't pay, I'm seriously screwed.
Hopefully it'll happen.
I hate being in hock to my ex.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
This is turning out to be a weird day
I took Frankie to school today. It was horrible!
He cried so much I felt as if my heart were breaking. He kept saying "Don't go to work Papa, please don't go!"
I finally figured out that he was scared that I was going to go back to Canada to work. My poor baby boy is scared that I'll leave him again.
I reassured him that I wouldn't and he felt better.
After that I met with F and we went to talk to the school psychologist. We explained our situation, and we explained all the problems Frankie's been having because of it. We were able to get alot of things straight thanks to that meeting.
After that I got to work and found my boss sitting on a desk in front of the office. Apparently he was waiting for one of my co-workers.
Once that co-worker arrived (15 mins late), my boss went up to him and fired him. Apparently this guy is constantly late, and my boss had had it with him.
Personally I think my boss went overboard, but it's his company.
Luckily I never get here late, to be honest, I'm usually about an hour early every day.
He cried so much I felt as if my heart were breaking. He kept saying "Don't go to work Papa, please don't go!"
I finally figured out that he was scared that I was going to go back to Canada to work. My poor baby boy is scared that I'll leave him again.
I reassured him that I wouldn't and he felt better.
After that I met with F and we went to talk to the school psychologist. We explained our situation, and we explained all the problems Frankie's been having because of it. We were able to get alot of things straight thanks to that meeting.
After that I got to work and found my boss sitting on a desk in front of the office. Apparently he was waiting for one of my co-workers.
Once that co-worker arrived (15 mins late), my boss went up to him and fired him. Apparently this guy is constantly late, and my boss had had it with him.
Personally I think my boss went overboard, but it's his company.
Luckily I never get here late, to be honest, I'm usually about an hour early every day.
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