Mondays are Bittersweet

Saturday Night:

It was the first real PTPH Dissolution Bash. And as expected, everyone had a blast. Although I got sooo wasted that I forgot what some of what happened during the later parts, I knew everything was perfectly fun. Because I woke up with a happy buzz!

Sunday:

First time being part of a campaign. But it was for mommy. So. The rain and the embarassment of having to talk face to face with strangers was worth it. I wanted to sing and dance but we lacked the resources so it was just pure PR and some fliers.

Mondays this month so far:

An indentical twin of last monday. But because of the difference of activities, let's go for fraternal.

Last Monday:
Termination report for group K. Computation of Quit Claim for Group B. The rest of the week was about me helping to do something to help the company close ASAP.

So this Monday:

Payroll, preparing stuff for Quit Claims (schedule was 5 working days after termination but we did it 1 working day after) managing clearances from gvt. agencies.

Thank goodness for friends like Paul, Jess and Ronel who wanted me to take a break and have dinner.

And the Cap/ MW/ DG/ Bold Star for letting me have a good time/ private party at the home front. And being BARTENDER when I don't wanna get up to mix stuff. :)

The Invasion of the Ultimate Nasties

The Ok-ok Buster is busily exterminating roaches outside the back door. There are literally HUNDREDS! Good grief! Can they smell my loathing-slash-fear that's why they're taunting me??? Our back area is CLEANER than most places here in Cebu City! I'm permanently shuddering in disgust! And frantically looking behind my back and above and left and right and down below every 10 seconds. And perpetually on the On Your Mark Position in case some undesirables penetrate the interior. Nightmare!!!

Hiatus Over and Out

And I'm baaack. I got off blogging for a bit because I don't wanna publish grief online. And that time I was gone was all about grief. Well, I'd rather express mine while spending time with people who matter most, rather than for all the world to see. Anyhooo, I'm really, really ok and I've already thanked those who surrounded me and continue to do so, my family, the life partners and the not-fair-weather friends of mine. :*

Last night was Monday Private Party with the Cap. We binged on brandy, him with lemon iced-tea, me with creme de menthe. I was surprisingly entertained by the Last Airbender movie. Or maybe not surprisingly. Coz when it comes to entertainment I'm so easy to please. I even get so amused by the resident black ants in my apartment. They happily guzzle alcoholic spillage and then roam about wildly or just doze off right then and there. Sometimes I feel really sad when Domestic God just kills them all with a single swipe of a towel. Although at certain occasions, some of them do suicide mission and jump right into my cocktail.

Also, so disappointed to know right now that the steamed corned grits c/o Domestic God is already stale and smelly. I'll just have Mr. Chips with my 3 strips of bacon. Oooweee! \m/

Me-time Discovery

So I spent my afternoon at the Designated Smoking Area of TGI Friday's, where during  the next 4 hours I was sipping the most orgasmic Mojito by far in the city (having surpassed my own concoction), nibbling on chicken quesadilla, smoking and reading. I really wanted to do all of these al fresco, just like all my previous visits, but it was drizzling a bit outside. So indoors it was. 

Then I realized that I was the only girl in a room filled with foreign men. Had it not been for the book and my shawl covering my golden globes, some of them would have prolly thought I was the Whore of Babylon. Whatever.

Anyhoo, the quesadilla, the mojito, the beer, the service, everything in there was impeccable. The Designated Smoking Area of TGI Friday's is now another favorite place to hang out with my self, next to East West IT 2nd floor smoking area. Yipeeee!  

Sense of Direction

Wandering aimlessly in ayala, with the newly-purchased The Lost Symbol in my purse, confused as to where the best place would be to start reading. Some place where sodexo was accepted. And where the JUDGMENTAL won't find me to make undesirable conversation. While I wait for the crazy sibs to meet me and visit Lola B at the hospital.

I passed by Forme, a plus-sized shop and could not help but notice that I used to be slimmer than their mannequins. Haha.

Went to apple store to check out the new iPod Touch. No stocks yet.

Finally, I gave in to the magnetic pull of TGI Friday's Mojito. Classic first and then Apple and nazdrave to my Bulgarian friend Lyubo, who loves the stuff more than I do.

Pee Nuts

Sigh. If only there were trees, bushes, wilderness, forests, etc. near the guard on duty... 

Sometimes I hold my pee until the very last minute because I hate to do the deed in the now common toilets of the office. For one thing, the toilets smell soo funky now that PT's utility personnel are not in charge of sanitation anymore. For another and more importantly, I am scared shit.

It's because there is no security guard manning the toilets and I don't trust the other tenants we are sharing the toilets with. I'm not judging these people by their looks but by the stranger factor. Who knows what he or she is going through on a given work day and suddenly goes ballistic in the vicinity.

What's worse, my access card takes forever to register in order to be granted entry back to the office. So after pee time, I am always frantic: pushing my access card all around the sensor while constantly and fearfully looking over my shoulder or up the unfinished ceiling just in case some psycho suddenly strikes, while my heart is beating a hundred miles a minute.

God, all the suffering I have to go through just to go to the loo.

Monday is Now An Excuse

It used to be that Mondays can totally eat away my happy buzz. I could barely muster up a scrap of motivation to haul myself out of bed at noon and prep for work. I mentally moaned and whined all day long about why my weekend had to end. I go to sleep wrapped in bitter sobriety. (I rarely got hammered on Monday nights unless under very significant circumstance i.e birthday, depressed friend, etc.)

Come Tuesdays, though, I'm usually over the drama. Still, I was already fed up with the recurring negativity that is Monday.

And then a few months ago, I had an epiphany. I can give Monday a make-over!

So, I made my very own Monday Rule. Which is to regard Monday as a weekend-extension. Whether I'm at the warden's lair or out in the world of the free, I vowed to rock Monday like a Friday night, a Saturday or a Sunday. And it totally works. So my new first day of the work week is Tuesday. Which is not Monday. Which is perfect!

My emulate-the-weekend-on-a-Monday activities included:
1. Skipping work and staying at home whole day to do laundry, read a book, listen to music, dance, sleep, drink, sing, etc.

2. Convince the MW to skip work and do one, some or all of the above with me.
3. Skipping work and going to Gerry's Grill and start drinking beer at 2PM.

4. Meet at a bar after work for a few rounds of boozy treats.

5. Party at home after work (i.e. sing, dance, drink, tekken tourney, etc)

Now, I never curse Monday anymore. What's the point? I can't make it illegal, I can't remove it from the calendar, I can't ignore it, I can't fight it.

Bottomline: I made it as an excuse to keep the weekend rockin' for just another day!