Man. So busy here.
The next day after my latest post, aprile venti-nove, mom went to Camp Aguinaldo. I was so happy that I didn’t have to go to Woodstate to cover for her. I just stayed home all day, watching wedding flicks. I’ve seen “The Wedding Date” starring Debra Messing and Dermott Mulroney and “The Wedding Planne” starring Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConahgey, and I hope that I spelled it right.
I think it’s too late for a review for the latest movies i saw, but I’ll do that some other time. Mom came and she brought cakes and pastries from Goldilocks. She watched with me as we ate.
We had an evening walk and after that, I prepared for the MPV retake the next day.
The next day (mercoledi), I woke up early to have my hair curled. I couldn’t see any logic why my mom wanted to have my hair curled. For God’s sake, it’s just a retake! And besides , we’re not even sure if I could pass and get interviewed. Plus, my hair is insanely straight and there’s no point of curling it because it would never curl.
I went to Teletech, feeling positive as ever. I tried to think positive, but I can’t help to get nervous. There were familiar faces in the lobby, and Myriel was among them. She’s as nervous as me. But unlike me, she’s not positive. And there’s Allen and George, too, who were there to retake the MPV.
So there we go, we took the MPV exam for the second time, and when I waited for the result, I was humming “shout to the Lord” inside my head. Allen and George were like, giving up. Allen said that he’s not hoping to pass the MPV, because for the second time, he screwed up. Honestly, that time, I didn’t know what I was thinking. It’s just like American Idol, wherein hopefuls are gathered in a lobby to wait for their turn to audition in front of Simon, Randy and Paula.
After and hour, the three of us, and another girl whom I don’t know were called by the axaminer. I was so nervous, but I was still postive that I could get through all of that. We’re summoned to the examination area to take the final exam, in which we’re gonna handle a call and to test our computer skills. Man, it was so difficult. I found the first part very easy, because it just consisted of listening, comprehensive, grammar, typing and computer skills. But the second part was a disaster. In the exam, there’s a question about the plugs in a computer unit, reboot stuff and all.
When I was done, I was sent back to the lobby to wait for the result. Again, I was humming inside my head “Shout to the Lord”. Then, after an hour, I was summoned by an HR officer along with three others. We’re huddled away from the public view, and she congratulated us for passing the final exam. She said that we had to go back the next day (today) for the final interview, at exactly 11:30 in the afternoon. Then, she let us go. I wanted to scream, “I’m going to Hollywood!” just like American Idol aspirants who just past the first screening and wave the golden ticket. Only that there’s no golden ticket at all, and that’s not American Idol. It’s real life, baby, and I really needed the job.
And Myriel jusr disappeared. I said waved goodbye to Allen and George.
When I got home, fratello was playing PS2 with his friends. I was so upset because I don’t like uninvited guests in the house. I told Ed to call mom and to ask her permission to have his friends around. He did what I said and mom sent them away. And then, I started preparing for the evening volleyball game as I watched American Idol.
Here’s what I have to say about last night’s episode:
There were two rounds and they’re gonna sing twice. Jason Castro was first to go, and as usual, he bored me to death. Where will that stupid charm wear off? David C was next, and it’s just okay for me. He’s followed by Brooke, and surprisingly, I loved her performance, which Simon commented on being a “nightmare”. I think that was too much. Again, David A. annoyed me and Syesha just did okay. I didn’t watch the second round because I have to go.
The line up consisted of Chyna, Krissie, me, Casey, Dana and Honey. Lane was late, so she didn’t show at all. This is the most pressured and exciting game I’ve ever had in my whole life. You know why? Because I was treated as one of the key players, which never happened in my whole life. I felt like a really important player. It’s the only game I had serious bruises and cuts in the knees because of exerting some effort saving the ball. In fact, when Dana send it back court, I run after it, and I actually saved it, but not enough for Krissie to send it over. I’ve nailed few successful drop balls and blocks. I didn’t screw up this time, even if we didn’t win. I’m happy for the improvement. Chyna, the most “hard-to-please” volleyball critique of all time said that I’ve improved and played well compared to the last game when I apologized to her. And this time, we had a member of an RP men’s team for a coach. I couldn’t imagine myself being coached by a national team member before, so it’s a dream come true.
After the game, Krissie and I stayed for the second game, and this time we played alternately with the men. We teamed up with Angelo aka Potpot, the RP team member, and it’s just overwhelming. He’s so nice and soft-spoken.
I didn’t see Mike watching the game, but I was hoping for him to join.
Charles was in the game, too, and we witnessed a good match between the superb moves of the two amazing athletes.
We went home nearly twelve midnight. Krissie dropped me at our house. I ate ripe mango for my very, very late dinner.
I woke up today before the alarm. I prepared for my interview and took a bath as I strategize. I asked for my aunt to pray for me and we had this pray-over through phone. If I’m lucky, what more if I have the “divine favor”? I went to SM Bacoor, feeling positive more than yesterday, for a final interview. If I nailed this one, I’d be the happiest person in the world. Perhaps, the happiest 19-year old in the whole wide world.
Allen and George were also there, and this time, Allen was wearing a blue shirt. George was wearing the same shirt a la Simon Cowell. And there’s this talkative dude who was sitting beside me. He’s talkative, in a good and unannoying way. In fact, he helped me feel a little less nervous. We’re in a deep argument about computers when this short HR officer (James) called my name; I was up for the final interview. Whoa.
I was still feeiling positive as he ushered me into a room and asked me to sit down. I tried showing some good manners there by saying thank you. He asked how am I doing, and I answered that I’m great, and just to be polite, I asked him the same.
It was really tough, because he asked me something about my current job, which is just a part time job. I think he didn’t get it that it’s just a part time job. Or I forgot to mention. By the way, the interview went okay, and I think it’s just really okay. I even blabbeted a lot. My self-confidence began to shatter when he asked further questions about my ”current job”. I began to pull myself over when he asked me to rate my computer skills. ”From one to ten, ten being the highest, rate your computer skills,” he said. I’m no whiz, but I really can repair my own pc, and I have a lot of experience i everything about computers, so I gave 9 and a half. You can’t say that I’m lying, because there’s an evidence that I’m telling the truth. Duh, I passed the computer skills exam, and even got a high score.
James said that i would fit in TSR, and I was really thankful for that. I’m not eyeing the CSR position because I’m not confident with my oral communication skills. At the end of the interview, James advised me to read more journals and classified ads and watch more international (American or English) flicks, so that I can improve my oral communication skills. I wanted to tell him that that’s a big part of my life. He said that they will call me up to inform me the schedule of my medical exam, which I have to pass in order to get officially hired. Yay.
I went home and checked my mail. I found out that Brooke White got voted off. Man, why does Jason still stays? But I’m relieved that Brooke got eliminated. She’s not just the American Idol material.
