Call Center Interview

Just had my call center interview. As usual, I was with Chucks.

And guess what..

 ”Sorry you are underaged. Too bad you have a good grasp of the American English. If only you were born earlier. And oh! You filled the essay page, we appreciate your great thoughts.”

So I guess, I’ll forever be a house ass. 

Not until I move on with this rotten life.

P.S. Blogging really is a great help. I had to have a 200 word essay. But I made a 400 word.

Chuck Tailor’s Notebook: Itenerary March 18

This is my itenerary. And Chucks’ too.

Go and drop my resume in the Call Center. And perhaps that comes with a horrorific interview. Yikes. And yes, I printed a resume yesterday night.

NCCC Mall? I just want to use my credit on my Power Card. I want to sing my heart out. Yesterday night I did, but I wasn’t able to sing Korean songs. And that’s what I am going to do now! Or maybe later.

Eat somewhere inside the NCCC Mall. Not Greenwich. It’s like fooling everyone that passes by their outlet there. The pictures on their menu are way smaller in actual serving. What the!

If I were to pick between Greenwich and Pizza Hut, the latter would captivate my heart. Their serving is American. It’s big. Full. And packed. Even their Mushroom Soup with the Crust is like a main course already. I don’t even need to order a Pizza Hut Pizza!

Hmm. Next, attend Eucharist in San Pedro Cathedral. Still on the reeking streets of San Pedro. But I guess it won’t be raining by then. The sky is clear today. No rain. No stink.

Then, walk walk walk with Chucks. Then sit. Then walk walk walk.

Any deviance from this itenerary is very much acceptable.

David Archuleta’s Bomb: This is Shocking!

This is shocking.

David Archuleta won the MYX Music Award for International Video for his video Crush. Does that come as a bomb? Not to me.

Okay, that wasn’t the real deal, anyway.

This is.

David Archuleta’s first Asian stop will be on Manila! And guess what, that is in the third world country I and Chucks live in and step foot on! The Philippines down under the poverty line!

Finally, I and Chucks can actually set foot on my hometown Manila again and see David Archuleta, my ultimate American Idol with our naked eyes! That’s if we presume Chucks has eyes too!

The next deal for me would be where to get some funds for my lunacy.

This entire crazy news scoop was announced by the president of the Asia-Pacific hub of the music company David works for. She did this while delivering the gratitude message of David Archuleta for all the Achietects, Achienatics and all the fans club of David in the country.

I and Chucks were yelping with the people in the MYX Awards. Chucks is once again with me tonight, and he is yelling with me. He’s been tired scuttling around with me around the metropolis running after loose bucks from the States. So, I decided to let him sleep with me again tonight.

Chucks is also getting thrilled over this fuss. Though, it actually entails a responsibility. Because that meant having to constantly tune in to MYX.

Or maybe, I don’t need to exert much effort after all. I’m sure the news of this psychosis will spread like some Australian wildfire anyway.

Chuck Tailor’s Notebook: Chucks and Me are Ready for Some Eye Bag-inducing Action

Today was the exact opposite of the day that has been yesterday. It was a lucky and ecstacy-inducing day for me and Chucks. 

I got the money we have been longing for since yesterday. After all, the problem wasn’t with the pawnshop. It was all about that money being sent through zoom website, probably a money transfer online system. So they said, it was to be retrieve today. And so it was. 

I got fourteen thousand something from the account. And as usual, I waited like for hell to just have a hand on the bucks. But all paid off. Tomorrow, I am paying for our internet connection and pay the person we lend money from just to be able to fair the winds of succumbing into a life of a poorer-than-rats people. 

Well, we are poor but we are not as poor as rats yet. I guess. 

Now, I also inquired about another call center company. But I guess I will stick to the previous company I intended to apply.

First, it promised a not wait, on the spot interview. The other does not.

Second, I have a feeling it will be a better money-milking company than the second company I asked.

And so, Chucks and I are going to live again a life being call center agents. I will be practicing more of my English now and rattle with answering the calls of bastards from outer space. I have heard they can be really racists and at the same time obnoxious. Racism is obnoxious. That is.

I don’t want to go to product selling call center agent job, I want the costumer care. Well, I just don’t care a damn about them. I just care about the money they can give me, that is. Give? Don’t be ridiculous, says my other ego. I would be sitting my fat volumptuous ass in front of the computer from dusk till dawn.

And that does not in any way mean that the bucks and greens I earn will be handed to me on a silver platter. I will be breeding eye bags in the next two months just to finally have a decent income myself.

I have been a tutor for cute chinky-eyed kids in school, but they are heart-fulfilling. Not the pocket-fulfilling one. 

Chucks. Get ready to walk with me through the dark alleys of Davao late at night, early in the morning. I will be happy if you can somewhat become my inspiration in this eye-darkening job I am planning to take. Don’t worry, I will share my bucks with you. I just don’t know how.

Shoe shining? I don’t think so.

Chuck Tailor’s Notebook: Chuck’s Autobiography

I have carried Chucks with me in my mini-kingdom. He is with socks now, resting under my bed. Tonight they are sleeping underneath my bed. I have rewarded them for being such loyal companions on my tiresome Araw ng Davao journey or should I say a day of massacre.

Massacre? That’s an exaggeration. Well it isn’t. Both my delicately-skinned legs have long waited for their turn in the operating room. I feel like both of them together with chucks and socks are going to faint anytime soon and get amputated.

Thank God I’m finally in my room and sprawling freely on my bed. There’s no place like home. And there’s no place like hell than the dark drenched and crooked San Pedro alleys.

But before I entered my own private legroom in this house, lo, and behold my intruder black sheep brother was sleeping like a devil on my bed.

I was like, what the fuck. Don’t you guys have enough space outside my sweet sacred space? It’s like you’ve got a much outsized room than mine but why snooze here you little horror?

I never contemplated about hesitating to ask him to rise from the bed, wake up and get a damn life. Though it’s evident he’s been sleepless and have not been home yesterday night, I wanted my bed for me alone badly.

Salve Regina! And I can smell his tangy ascetic acid green fume stench floating around my bed.

It’s healthier to have Chucks and Socks alongside me on bed when I go into the recesses of my deep slumber. Than to close my eyes and sleep with a reeking and pungent obnoxious someone. Not to mention the bed-dislocating motions that someone does on anything he sleeps onto.

He’s one hell of a neighbor. And I don’t even think I can think of him as a sibling. “Blood is thicker than canal water”? Better not tell me that. It’s nothing but a damn fraudulent lie. ‘Coz I can smell the canals in my own home.

Now, I consider my chucks and socks brother and sister, respectively. They are worthy to be beside me more than anyone else. Not even that obnoxious brother [?]. They don’t reek like the latter anyway.

My chucks remind me of my mother.

It was supposed to be asked for by that obnoxious brother. But don’t know what garbage-methane or carbon monoxide penetrated his cerebrum and told mom to buy something else and just gave me the Chucks that I know and have so loved.

I guess it was really the hands of fate that sketched the route for us to meet. It was never in my wildest imagination to have a Chucks. I didn’t even know there was such a brand for some funky footwear. All I knew was my black school shoes and rubber shoes.

Fate is really an irony.

How can I have received a beloved pair of shoes that has been with me through thick and thin since third year high school? From none other than, logically speaking, a brother I have no plans of understanding the superlative obnoxiousness natural structure he possesses.

A brother who for decades have become a thorn in the throat not just to me but for the whole family on the larger scope of things.

How mysterious was that? Two things are, for the fact, sure though.

I and Chucks are going to tame the tides with our camaraderie and companionship. I will never let him rot like other shoes that come into contact with my feel-like-a-millionaire brother.

Philosophically speaking, I have saved Chucks from hell. My brother treats shoes for décor purposes and changes them through the weeks. Throws them like any other play thing like the toys in Toy Story and lends it to just anyone that passes by our doors.

The other fact being this.

When I look Chucks in the eye, I see a glimpse of my mother’s warm soul of motherly love. I find my paradise in everything that reminisce my mother’s love for me.

Chucks is a pair of shoe any other can’t replace eternally. It may be put aside in the future, but it will always sit on the deepest depths of my heart.