My very first CSI:NY fanfic, First Visit, is finally up at ffnet. I hope some people check it out. =3

Nothing really beats that feeling of accomplishment after finishing something. Now I scamper off to make like I'm working.

(x-posted at my LiveJournal)

... well, actually just taking the advantage of pulling a prank on someone sleeping in the office. *snark snark snark snark snark*

Dude, read my lips: Q-U-I-E-T L-O-U-N-G-E (office's sleeping quarters, if you really wanna lie down)

But you know I still love ya, brother. ;)

I'm betting the guy's plotting for my 'demise'. =P

We work fast, so we already have one of our guys process the scene.

CSI (to the dog): So you saw the koala bear bite him on the ass, making him hit his head on teh desk...?

Mr. Koala: That ain't true mate! The headless bear here did it!

Oh, shweet. XD

(x-posted over at my LiveJournal)

Despite the screw-up with the company shuttle service during the company luau, we had a really great time there. I mean, for one, we're getting paid to go there since it was considered a work day.

Most of the folks in my department managed to get there to see the men's, erm, Bikini Open *rolls eyes* and rooted for their favorite. The eight of us who got left behind and took the cab got to see the females. Heh. Brainless babe (our receptionist) won it hands down, I think. I dunno if it was the audience's vote, or the judges' vote that got counted. And they said majority of the points would be from audience impact. Sheesh...

I didn't pay attention to the rest of the events and concentrated on the 'rations' (spaghetti, pork and chicken portions for food? Hell yeah, they're rations) when we arrived. I was more fixated on dipping in the pool than anything else, thinking there won't be much time for it. But then, it turned out that we can stay there overnight, and use the cottage for free. =) Good thing that we brought extra food. The other guys did mention planning an overnight stay, or go someplace else after the luau.

So we had fun in the pool, stayed there till about 3 am, then left around 7. So now, I'm sore all over from all that swimming. But it was great. Good thing someone thought this up since we had an inkling our dear manager won't be allowing any department outing anytime soon.

Oh, I'll see if I can upload some pictures once my coworkers have them up.

(cross-posted up at my Livejournal)

It's been really crazy, what with the training and my imminent "floating status" since my manager could not let me go cross over to the geekier side, which is the Content Dev thing I lobbied for.

Anyway, rundown of what's gone down the last three days:

Tuesday --

Last leg of the training. I had a blast in the last three days I participated. Last day was role-playing and actually taking in calls. Well, I didn't have to take a call, of course. My colleague and myself thought that we would just observe how they did their mock calls. Aaand it ended up with us being the last to do the mock call. Truth be told, I was hoping I participated, so I can nail them wih the scenario I was cooking up in my head. Nothing very technical, just posed as a whiny, hard-to-manage 15-year-old. Good thing my colleague didn't think of killing me. She was easy on me when I posed as agent, though. But our department's dignity was still intact, thank goodness. =P

Wednesday --

Had to clock in half my day!!! a few hours to meet the new team I'm gonna be in. Had two of our clients fly in from Cali some days before, and they joined us for lunch. It was fun. It was weird that David, the other guy, only ate rice and a Coke for his lunch. Just. One. Cup of rice! Eating only rice was almost sacrilege even to us natives! We just have to have SOMETHING with rice, even coffee poured over boiled rice! We weren't insulted, just feeling sorry that he could have tried the native dishes.

His companion, Howard, was something else, though. He was game enough, and tried to strike up conversations. They were both really nice. It was Howard's second time here. I think David's been here several times; I haven't really noticed, but I know I've seen him before. It was really a pleasant lunch. Nothing work-related whatsoever. Well, there's this recounting of one encounter of one of our old visitors with a cross-dresser in a bar. If he hadn't asked for one of the tech trainor's car keys, he wouldn't have been told he's picking up a he. XD

After lunch, I went straight away to proofreading the charts that QA was supposed to look over. Gawd, I felt I was slammed. It was so confusing to follow the flow. Could be the initial shock, I suppose. Plus the fact I'm still playing the villain, poking holes at their work (I've done a whole lot of that in QA, thankyverymuch! =P). So I talked to the project lead, since he hasn't really talked to my boss about what I can do, and how my work's gonna be divided between them.

Thursday --

Decided to go out and buy small tokens for our foreign clients. I got worked up on getting them something before they leave after Howard mentioned that he wanted to ride a jeepney as one of his goals (the other being eating at a turo-turo--something I doubt I'll help him achieve. Taking him to eat out in a greasy spoon is NOT a good idea to impress clients. At all.) He said that he really wanted to experience something native. Our project manager had second thoughts, but did give some pointers on what to do once he does, like not wearing jewelry or watches, things like that. He didn't mention dress like the working class, too. But then again, I doubt Mr. Project Lead takes the commercial commute just like the rest of us working class do.

So I went to the nearby mall with my little niece. It was great that my sister approved, thinking the little one needed to get out more. More so that she didn't have to come with us, which was a little scary. Little one never went out without her mother, and I was kind of apprehensive of losing the kid while we went out. I was actually thinking of slipping a card in her pocket that had her name and our home address in case I DO lose her in the mall.

But the little one behaved herself. She was never one to drag you off and manipulate you into buying her something (we steered clear of the rides and the candy bars, heheh). She wasn't even difficult when we were at the toys section, either! But I bought her a toy umbrella, anyway, since she always wanted to play with our umbrellas. She liked it so much, she didn't even want me to buy her a little doll in place of it. She didn't even let me hold it, let alone leave it in the package counter. *shakes head*

It took me some time to pick out our client's souvenirs, though. I was thinking of a jeepney theme, taking off from Howard's goal of riding one. The one that looked like a toy car cost roughly $1, then the slightly bigger one made of die-cast metal cost $3.87. There were others, one made of resin ($3.27) and from actual volcanic ash ($5.32), but both looked plain and colorless, both of which doesn't really depict a jeep's colorful designs.

But I finally settled on a small crystal block (some $2.50) that somehow depicted a jeepney design in it. I have no idea how to describe it, if someone blew tiiiiiny air bubbles into the soft glass, whatever! It looked so cool, with the jeep depicted in 3D with the words "Philippines" right under it. It looked really cool and classy, something someone would not be ashamed to put on a desk. And it was at a price within the budget I was willing to spend for.

Then after shopping, we went to McDonald's so my niece would have her usual fare of french fries. I don't know if I should consider myself lucky because she was a very picky eater and would only eat that. The kid doesn't even like most burgers. She didn't even like the vanilla ice cream topping our drink. She so is missing out on a lot.

And that umbrella I bought her? Didn't let go of it even when she had her nap.

Today, Friday --

Seems like Project Lead did not talk to my manager on what I was to do today, so I went back to listening to calls. Which I didn't mind; I think I was more iffy about proofreading charts that I think I actually missed call monitoring. Well, almost, anyway. Took me almost 2 hours each on the first two I listened to. They weren't really long. But ,oh well. It's back to the grind for me.

I gave my little souvenirs away this morning. I only saw Howard this morning, and was really happy about getting it (he didn't open it, though). And in turn, he gave me two neat little items: a folding set of screwdrivers (which dad and middle sis would salivate after) and desk clock that doubles as a flashlight. That's sitting on my station right now, reminding me the time. =P

Then David came by in our department a couple of hours ago to thank me for that little souvenir. It was really nice of him. Made me feel fuzzy inside. =3

And there. Three-and-a-half day's report on what's been up with my life lately. Now I gotta get back to the grind to work myself to the ground again. Heh. Masochistic little twat, me...

Was finally able to load some drawings on deviantArt. Three of those are old drawings, and one a Hatori sketch I did lately. I just had to do it. I needed some semblance of escape from the work stress, or some way to escape the insanity. It gives me some sort of fulfillment to be able to show some of my work around even if they're not that good. It might even get me drawing again. I've been feeling that, after all this time, I don't know how to draw. So I wanna re-discover how to draw again, and re-develop my traditional drawing style. The anime-style of drawing has totally corrupted me. =P

But, on my rest days, I would have to concentrate on resting. The antibiotics has screwed up my system, I think, cause I got runny nose like hell yesterday, and used up most of a roll of tissue. Hell, my nose still smarts from the tissue burns! Today, it's not as bad. Probably because I missed taking it this afternoon. I was waiting for it to get worse, since started coughing when I got home this morning. Good thing this is my last work night. But damn, I gotta listen to FIFTEEN calls! That's almost double the day's target. T__T If I didn't feel so great yesterday, I might have made the day's quota (which is eight; I did TWO. Wheee.).

Good luck to me. I'll need it.

[cross post from my Livejournal.]

Well, hello again, blog. Thinking I've ditched you? Well, I've only finally mustered the mood to write in here. Reason being is that hardly anyone checks this one. And knowing that, perhaps, gives me some false sense of security of expressing myself a bit more freely.

I've been turning turtle the past few weeks for reasons I don't know myself. Heh. Guess I've driven myself into some deep funk that I'm hesitant to pull myself out of. Why, you ask, I really don't know.

If you're asking what's keeping me busy. Of course, it's that unpleasant four-letter word: WORK. I can't seem to rally the energy to do something creative, even when I'm on my rest days. One thing I hate is when I overstay at work when my off days are up. I've been inadvertently set myself up for this at every end of my work week, thinking I can make up for it before going off. Which I do, at the cost of precious free time. *sigh*

What to do about it, I wonder? Well, of course, I kind of know the answer to that. It's the execution that's always the problem. Or the right motivation. And if it was, I haven't found it yet. But music helps a bit, specially in keeping me awake on my way to work. And I have something running in the background while listening to a call. And I noticed that listening to the background music on loop makes me more conscious of the time I'm spending on the work I'm doing. I tried working without music in the background, and I've noticed I dawdled a lot longer. Sheesh.

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I'm taking calls now. Wonder if I can get through this without royally screwing up. Didn't get at least six hours' sleep. Dernit. And life is good.

I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED.

Am really starting to wonder if it was really worth having two journal/blogs online, when I hardly update THIS one.

Anyways, some folks can check out my LiveJournal one, if you dare.

Blech. BORED.

But I got money. Woo-freakin'-hoo. I hardly had any leaves, as far as I can recall, no absences, and only occasional tardiness. Wishing I can either buy a second-hand Smartphone or a monitor. But here's wishing. Heh.