It’s Samantha’s birthday today. We just got home.
Yesterday, it was my first day in my Pre-Process Training. I could say it was pretty toxic, I could say, but exciting.
I woke up around 6:30 in the morning, at the sound of my mom’s voice, saying, “Pri, you’re gonna be late, come on, get up….” and I was like, “Duh, ma! My work starts at 9:00 am! It’s too early!” I attempted to go back to sleep, but then, I couldn’t so I got up and just prepared.
I reached the office just in time. Norman and I were assigned in TR1 while Karla was assigned in TR2.
We started the day by introducing ourselves, and I volunteered to start first. We had so much fun, learning about each other. We had few group activities and had lunch right after.
When we got back from lunch, Thermal entered the room the room with Puvaya and cleared some things to us. Honestly, I didn’t really get what he told us, because, like what I’ve said before, I’m having difficulties understanding Indian accents.
When Thermal asked if we have questions, I raised my own question, which was bothering me ever since I started in First Source. I said, “i ave a question,” as I raised my hand. Thernal acknowledge me and allowed me to speak. I asked, “What if we don’t pass the training? Are you gonna kick us out of the company?”
Thermal replied, “Why are you worried about that? I understand you perfectly, and I think you’re very good, and I don’t see any reasons for you to fail the training.” Well, he didn’t answer my questions directly,but I was satisfied with what he said. But raising a question first before the others scared the hell out of me.
Von asked right after me, and Thermal just answered the same. Before he left, he told me, “You still look worried. Don’t be.” But I answered out of the blue, “I’m not worried at all. I’m not worried for myself, I’m worried for others.” Me and my big mouth. I shouldn’t have said that. Thermal cut me in, and I tried to cut back, but he didn’t allow me. That’s what I like about Indians; they never allow anyone to cut in whenever they speak.
We have our typing test, and I sweat, I’m getting better… haha. Good for me. I’m a fast-typer, but I exceed my own record yesterday. We also have our free speech before the day ended. I was the last person who did the free speech.
While waiting for our turns, we played a game. Von facilitated the game; it’s just like question and answer, you know. But the exciting part of the game was we get to ask whatever we wanted; whether it’s personal or professional. When it’s my turn to ask, I asked Gringo, “How would you react if I ask you to go out with me?”
i guess I aroused the interest of the people. Von complimented on it and said, “Now, that’s a real question.” But you know what, I hated the answer of Gringo.
Gringo replied, “No offense meant to you, Pri, but I won’t, because I like thin girls.” Duh, I was asking how would he react, not what would he say. I repeated my question, and I think he got that right when he said, “Of course, my head will swell.”
We went on with the question and answer game, I had several chances to ask. My question for Arkay was, “Do you think you’re sexy or handsome?” and for the girl wearing gray jacket was, “Which among the boys here best describes your type?” Her boyfriend was there with us, but I pointed out to her that she can’t choose her boyfriend. Well, she chose Vin.
But the Harriet girl hit my nerve. She was asked by someone, “Choose five people you’re afraid of,” and she chose people with excellent oral communication skills, because she was intimidated by those people. She said, “Von, Jacke, the ‘kuya wearing orange jacket’, the ‘ate’ wearing pink jacket (me) and-” I cut her right away. I asked her why, and she said that that’s because I’m sarcastic (mataray). I said, “Yes, I am ‘mataray”, and guess what, she looked really scared of me.
But before she could say a word again, I said, “By the way, don’t call me ‘ate’, just by my name, okay?” And von asked, “Pri, how young are you?” I said i’m just nineteen, and everybody in the room was like, “What? Are you serious? You look older than your real age.”
When it was Norman’s turn to be asked, I was up for my free speech. Lucky him, because I saved my most controversial question for him. Haha.
Bryan gave me feedback right after the recording, and I think, i got positive feedbacks, I guess, and I felt better. Just slightly nervous, unlike before, when I first tried free speech.
I went home, and on the FX line, there’s this cute dude standing after me. I think, the little girl with him was her daughter. The girl’s name was Maya, and when Maya started throwing tantrums, the cute dude started singing to her. He sang “Always Be My Baby” by Daid Cook.
I got home, at last. My mom wasn’t here yet. After dinner, I went online and chatted with Billie, who was pretending to be someone else, but I caught him, because he was a lousy liar, according to him. The boys went out because it’s Friday night, but they still found me awake when they got back. I sent Billie my pictures with my two brothers and went to bed after.
And today, we went to Ellen Rose’s house to attend hr daughter’s birthday party. Her cooking rocks.
