Coffee and Visa

Instead of logging into GG Client, I opted to open a blank document and write something nice. I also thought about watching the movies I downloaded over the weekend, my new internet provider allows me to download a lot of content because of insane download speeds. I should be thankful for that, I suppose. I am looking at the clock with heavy feeling, just a few hours before bedtime and another few hours before I lock myself in a building. And instead of writing something nice for my friends (you, the readers), I fear that I am about to whine.  For the past four months, my life has become another routine indulging in daily chores and a playground for self centered co-workers. I realized that you can land on so many jobs, but they are all the same – dream jobs don’t exist, at least for me. Simply after the first day fervor on your hot new job, you meet people who think the world revolves around them. Not long after, you go into the midway saturation. And finally when you grow tired of being nice (ass-kissing) you experience the last day burn out. The ill feelings miraculously fade once you submit that resignation letter. And yes, it always does.

Is it just me?

Technically, I am in my sixth job after graduating college four years ago. Subtracting one whole year I spent pursuing IT training, gives me a lifespan of staying less than six months per job. If you see wrong or find it improper, I don’t blame you because I always get a raised eyebrow plus stink eye during an interview. It is also the reason why I got denied by Uncle Sam a visa. During the interview, which probably was the worst two minutes of my life, I felt like breaking the glass and grabbing him by the collar, pulling his fat American ass up the divider. At least in the casino you can enjoy before losing your money, but in the US Embassy you have to wake up early, wait in line for hours before someone tells you “I can’t give you a visa.” To all power tripping consuls out there,  “putang ina nyo!” That day, I lost all my interest in going to the states. I opted not to attend my sister’s graduation the following year, even if it was a sure visa on my part.  That’s why I don’t drink coffee often, it leaves my throat dry.