I’ve been needing a vacation for ages. And everyone of you’s have heard me whine and cry over plans that never pulled through. Well, I need you to cross your fingers and every other appedage that is capable of doing so because this weekend I’m finally trekking up to Baguio. I didn’t want to jinx the whole thing by telling ya’ll but I feel I’m gonna need all the positive vibes to make this vacation happen for a VERY VERY tired hot momma.

I just wish that I wasn’t getting up there with EIGHT other CALL CENTER PEOPLE. Come share with me the hatred that I have for them. Don’t get me wrong, they’re nice people. But they are oblivious to everyone else around them when they talk. It’s like they talk shop CONSTANTLY. And that is just rude when you have a civilian in your midst. As we speak, I am listing down of things to do just to tune them out. Short of gagging all of them for the horrendous EIGHT-HOUR TRIP, I have on my list is “listen to my mp3 player” and “feign sleepiness.” Other than that, I might have to stuff my faggotty, prenatal pills into my ears.







