Baby-sitter jitters

I just hired a new employee two weeks ago. I don't know if it's just me with very high expectations, but I feel like I'm baby-sitting!

Last week, he mismatched order forms which of course led to mismatched deliveries in the warehouse. It was a good thing that I double-checked the invoices. Otherwise, we would have sent out the wrong products to the wrong stores.

Jovan, I feel like I'm strolling down memory lane here. Remember when you used to complain about someone spacing out right smack in the middle of a work day? I can totally relate to that now!

What's actually worse is that he is so caught up in his own world that he won't go beyond his tasks. You have to tell him what to do. I don't like pencil-pushing and checking up on him every step of the way drained my energy. It feels like I aged five years in two weeks.

I don't think my Vitamin C and E skin reviving products could ever catch up with the years I lost training him.


Happy, happy, joy, joy!

At least we have a five-day recluse because of the Holy Week. Thank, God I live in a predominantly Catholic country! This is one of the very rare moments I am grateful that I live in the Philippines.

I'm going to Sentosa for three days. That's a much-needed, well-deserved break right there.


Not your on-call party girl

To you, Mr. Big Shot: I'm not your 24/7 party girl who you can call anytime you want to go out and get wasted. You lost the direct line a long time ago.

Had you been - at the very least - consistent and considerate, we could have had the most fun times and the best parties together.

Too bad you were an asshole.

Pardon my french.


Sleepless in Seattle

You know who you are. This is a tribute to you.

Thank you.

For making me feel better. For listening. For the letters that made me smile. For making me breeze through stressful days at work.

For sharing.

For you.