A Very Happy Weekend in Laguna / Ugh!

So I’m back from the office barkada’s quick getaway at JC Manzano Private Pool in Laguna. The weekend has been filled with drama and I won’t disclose the details. We all shelled out more than 3,500 pesos per person. Borrowing Sir Ron’s words, “nagtapon tayo ng pera.”

Remember how I said that we were supposed to be nine people in this trip? Well, that didn’t materialize as well. You see, Ms. Apple and her boyfriend were supposed to arrive on Friday night. But they were a no-show. All our food and alcohol were with them. So when we arrived at the resort on Friday night, we had no grub at all. We were already foreseeing that they won’t show up on time so we bought several snacks, and alcohol too.

The place was really nice. More than twenty people could have comfortably stayed in the resort but we were only six people. We immediately abused the videoke machine and downed the bottle of tequila that Ken brought with him. Sir Ron also whipped up a cocktail that was consumed in no time. We drank, sang, and had a great time until the wee hours of the morning. The sun was already up and we were still frolicking in the pool. We slept at 6:00 AM and woke up at around 11:00 AM on Saturday.

Ms. Apple and her boyfriend were still a no-show. We were all very, very hungry. I can go by a day without eating much but I tell you, it was the first time that I felt that hungry. Sir Ron and Sir Kelly eventually left the resort to buy us food and rice from a nearby Andok’s. We devoured the food in minutes.

By 2:00 PM, there were still no Ms. Apple and her boyfriend. We were already quite pissed because our 3,000 pesos worth of food were with them and we already wasted more money buying food.

By 3:00 PM, they eventually arrived. Nobody had the energy to be enthusiastic about their arrival because we were all pissed. We were just happy that more booze arrived. And then to add to the piss-filled trip, Ms. Apple told me that they won’t be staying with us until Sunday after all. They had to go home. They left at around 5:00 PM if I’m not mistaken. The sun was still up when they left.

Despite the drama, we all had a good time. I just don’t understand why a trip that Ms. Apple plans somehow always end up getting cancelled or whatever. Haha. Remember our Puerto Galera trip last March? We planned it just a couple of days after Ms. Apple backed out but everything went so smooth.

Moving on to the positive things of the trip, we all had a blast. The boys played basketball in the pool while I sang to my heart’s content and to the boys’ dismay. Haha.

Come November, we’ll be heading to Baler (Sir Kelly’s hometown)! Sir Kelly told me this: “‘Yung original na tropa na lang para walang sabit.” I told Sir Kels that he doesn’t have to worry about us backing out in the last minute. I always follow through with my words, especially if it’s a travel trip. Ken, Jeck, Babe, and have never failed anyone when it comes to gimmicks.

Check out the photos below!

Too Young

All dressed up

Suri Cruise looks so much like her mom. But that’s not the reason why I decided to blog about this cute little kid. You see, I don’t like it when parents let their little kids go out in age-inappropriate attires. Take Suri for example. I have no idea how old she is but obviously, she’s too young to be seen wearing heels and make-up. Suri here looks like a super young Britney Spears.

Ranting About Mandarin Wok in Ortigas

Me and my officemates frequent Mandarin Wok (the one behind El Pueblo Real) because its a convenient after-office hangout place. They have select good grub and fairly-priced beer buckets. Last Wednesday (March 31, 2010), my officemates and I saw ourselves back in Mandarin Wok again for a night of beer. All was well until they had to close way too early. I think it was 10 to 11:00 PM when they called out for each table’s last orders. We ordered more buckets of beer. We still had food at the time so we didn’t see the need to order for more. But half an hour later, we were all out of food. With th e 7-11 store right across Mandarin Wok, I went there and bought a bag of chips. I went back to Mandarin Wok, opened the bag of chips and ate away. When we finished the chips, I asked the boys if they wanted to eat some more chips and they said yes, so I bought two more bags. But when I went back to Mandarin Wok, this girl got in front of me and told me that I can’t bring in the two bags of chips I just bought. I asked why and she said that customers can’t bring in food to the restaurant. And customers who would like to bring in food (Yes, EVEN a friggin bag of chips, according to this girl) HAVE to pay their corkage fee of 1,000 pesos PER FOOD ITEM. So, it meant that I had to pay 2,000 pesos for a 40-peso purchase. I immediately got pissed off. With alcohol running in my veins, I snapped back at the girl.

Me: “Are you fucking serious? Seryoso ka?! 1,000 pesos for a bag of chips?! So your customers can’t eat all even if we’re dying in hunger?!”

Girl: “Yes, Ma’am. Bawal po. Kasi sa perimeter pa rin namin niyo kakainin eh. Saka po yun yung halaga ng food namin.”

Me: “Eh you’re closed na, what are we supposed to do? Eat beer bottles for pulutan?”

Girl: “Ma’am kasi po bawal talaga.”

Me: “What the fuck. O sige, di ko ‘to kakainin. Magbabayad pa din ako?!”

Girl: “Hindi po, ma’am.”

It was a pretty long conversation with this girl. I even went back to our table, ranted to Babe, Jeck, Ken, and Sir Ron and went back to the girl and confronted her again. I will definitely not return to Mandarin Wok, ever again. 1,000 pesos corkage fee for a bag of chips? Eat dung.

I don’t have any problem with corkage fees. But thing is, I wasn’t bringing in a brown bag of takeout pizzas or pastas. It was a fucking bag of  chips. Sheesh.

Grim

This is my desk.

I was sitting in front of my desk when our project leader gave me a couple of tasks for the week a good five minutes after I got myself a cup of coffee. I just nodded in acknowledgment and didn’t budge from my seat. The next thing that happened was all too surreal for me, I found myself crying all of a sudden. I guess this is what stress has done to me, aside from my unflattering eye bags that seem to balloon every week.

It’s been ten months since I was hired by the company. A lot has happened in the office and it has been excruciatingly painful to see. I know a lot about what’s happened and it’s all too dramatic and shocking. I swear it’d be an awesome mafia flick–think private investigators and the whole shebang.

Anyway, I need to find a new job. I can’t stand to be surrounded by people who hold positions bigger than what they puny brain can handle. I can’t stand hearing a certain someone brag about what he has done for the company when in fact it’s just all in his pathetic imagination. I could go on and on about how much I hate this person I work with.

The only thing that’s keeping me sane here is the fact that P’s here (I love you Babe!) even though we only see each other at the end of the day.

I can’t wait to hand over my resignation letter and see the look on this person’s face. I know their work flow will be severely affected the second I leave the office. And that’s exactly what I want to happen. It’ll be sort of my revenge for the shit that has happened (and will happen) to my friends-slash-officemates.