your daily dose of marlene…

I did my own waxing again! haha.

Girl power….

Btw, I have my own salon going! Not expensive at all, here’s a picture of the first pussy i waxed. She’s such a happy client..

Let me run through my series of unfortunate and fortunate events, which have intensified my anger as well as made me soar to such great happiness.

* BZZZ! WRONG ANSWER..

NB. There has already been an obscene  amount of employees that had submitted their own letter of resignation.. I was number *double digit*

7th February - I handed in my resignation letter to my employer, informing them that i was going to share my love with bigger and better things. They all knew i hated the wh*rehouse, but that didn’t mean that i hated it to an extent that i was going to lower my standards as a working Filipino woman in the workforce that doesn’t complete tasks and just bludges.

13th February - I was feeling a bit CLAMMY (how’s that Hillary? Thank you, my wet laundry, white friend from work for making me intillerate) and felt not up to scratch for performing a high class standard of work - and plus i didn’t want to pass on anything to my workmates. So, i called for a half day and went to the doctor, where he diagnosed me with an infection.

14th February - Still feeling like the sh*thouse, i called again to say that i was still sick and unable to make it work. Lying in bed, feeling like my heads going to explode, i receive a phone call from my senior manager. With a unconcerned, cold and patronising voice, she had asked how i was feeling and if i had a Dr’s certificate to PROVE that my Day off was certified. Bizatch was speaking to me as if i wanted to be home feeling like crap.

"Well Marlene, having spoke to most hated, senior-senior manager, who is biased and hates most people - like yourself ___________ *work mates can fill in the blank*, we’ve come up with a decision for you to not come back and we’re going to just pay you out. The team needs to move forward and with your days off, the team can’t do that. If you come back, you would be just disrupting the team and we need to it move forward. We will have someone to bring your personal belongings home and a card will be sent out to you."

Of course there was a retaliation, with the fact that I’m not just taking days off and that its not that i chose to feel like shit. But then again, why would she care, admins aren’t cared for in my company and most businesses. Although we do support the team, how often do we actually get acknowledged for helping managing the team, team members and their weeks? ZILCH. Can i get an Amen?! How many times does a person above us purposely, carelessly and lazily put something aside for an Admin to do - regardless that its also our job. God forbid that we’re human and that seniors are far than healthy enough to do some small jobs. Moving on with my story, i had lost something important to me. My standards of performing a more than exceptional job to my team had been left on the desk, i left that Monday when i fell sick. I wasn’t allowed to step foot into the office because they were so sure that my presence would disrupt everything. I didn’t understand what had happened and i cried for days feeling so incompetent. Oh. and by the way, i get a CARD? Just a card. I’m sorry management, but someone higher in the ladder who’s only been there for a year or less gets a whole song and dance, grande presentation, company wide email about his departure, big card and present. Let me just justify why there’s indifference - is it because he kisses ass, is a higher position than me, doesn’t have to deal with much people but his team, oh.. and did i say FAGGOT with a PENIS? What made the fucker get something so spectacular for his presence when i get a card. It must be that he’s a faggot - geez, i gotta go find the inner lesbian in me, just so i can step into the office and personally get my own shit, have the decency to say my farewell to my team and finish of any uncompleted work.
To make it better, an email was sent to my team saying that i was not going to return before my resignation date without an explanation. Making it sound as if, i had made that decision.

Regardless of my shitty day, it was Valentines Day and i felt better coz i knew i had someone that i loved, who loved me back. Raljk and i had agreed not to see each other coz the car was in repairs and plus i was sick as a puppy dog. So my parents decided to get takeaway for the three of us. MY BOYFRIEND called me on the mobile and because I’m richer than him (and modest - HAHA), i always call him back. He said he was at home, so i said that I’d call him back. The doorbell rang. It was my Prince Charming waiting on my door. And just when i though he wouldn’t come over coz of his car. He’d found a way to save me - no excuses. Maybe he really is into me?! =)

15th - 17th February - Sick again and i spent most time at home whilst being diagnosed with gastroenteritis. But thank God that went away!

18th & 19th February -  Dancing appointments left, right and centre. We couldn’t escape it and neither could dance. Dance practice at Raljk’s place was hopeless coz it was too stinking hot in the west. I h8 the west - too damn hot so we ended up going to Mike’s meeting at Minchinbury. On the way home we nearly had a car crash. Baby was driving and was slamming on the breaks coz he didn’t see a car coming into the round about. I covered my eyes and i could feel the car breaking, but there was something unusual about it. I could feel the car KINDA stopping, but i could feel it still moving regardless of the hard breaks. It was as if it was kinda skidding. We had plans to go to my best friend and her boyfriends musical production, RENT @ Campbelltown but that was out of the question, coz Raljk’s parents (second and only car option) had driving off to Avoca Beach (?!) and the ended up coming home late as. Baby came over, slept at my place that night and took care of me. So just as i was re-cooperating from my week of sickness, my throat started to hurt… But to make it all better, coming home on Sunday my mum and dad had bought me a new puppy dog. His name is Russ. =)

20th - 23rd February - Waking up with a man’s voice and ultra sore throat, i knew this wasn’t good. Man! I was sick again.. So much for my holiday i should be spending having fun and not feeling like crap at HOME. The doctor diagnosed me with tonsillitis with a slight fever. Ohmygah! This is not happening. Let me update you on what i have been doing during this week: staying home feeling like shit and watching satc with my puppy dogs. I enjoy being with my puppies but dammit, the feeling like shit can f-off already. Even though I’m popping those pills like no tomorrow.. nothing is removing this fever from my system. Not even the crazy amount of fluids I’m drinking is stopping anything, NO amount of PEE that I’m peeing is stopping me from this fever from going. If anything, my tonsils are up to scratch and ready for the big world now!
On Tuesday (the 21st.. technically my last day) my team organised a farewell lunch so i could say bye to everyone and leave with dignity. My work bf, Rocher was so sweet, she gave me an extra present besides the whole communal one from work. A cute friendship book with these pictures of orang-utans - something we used to always laugh about. She’s a sweet chicka and i know we’ll be friends for life =).
Raljk came over my house last night (Thursday) and took care of me as well. We didn’t kiss on the lips, i didn’t make him rape me, nor did i feel like playing but he still wanted to be around - HE’S A KEEPER! haha. We watched ‘Date Movie’ and its alright - few bits (keyword: ‘few’) were funny enough to make me laugh loud but ngeh… what else ya got?!

24th February - Raljk surprised me and ended up schooling me today. Impressive work. Realising my phone was still upstairs, while i was popping pills downstairs, i received a message…

"Hey puppy dog. Happy anniversary. It’s our lovely day today. Just wanna let you know i love you very much. And you’re so beautiful even when you’re sick"

Hahaha.. He tried. Solid effort baby. You’re still illiterate to me but you’re my illiterate bub who i love and school everyday. Surprisingly he reminded me that it was our 3years9months anniversary. Geebus. I usually remember these things but i think all the drugs are affecting my libido and memory. haha.

On a better note, I’m feeling much better! Probably the best of these past two weeks of shitness. hehe. I was feeling that great that i was going to get my ass outta this germinated house and shop at Newtown for something sexy, quirky and crazy but as i finally got the courage to get outta my safety couch…

It was raining and it was hella cloudy..

Since no Newtown - no Shopping, i received a phone from my agency saying that the company i’m going to start with, would like to give me the choice to start on the 6th, or the 1st. My sweet sweet agent suggested the 6th so i took it coz i still wanted to get better from my crapness.

Suddenly, the sun started to shine again…

Ahoy hoy!

It’s been a damn long time since i’ve updated this but thats ok, because i’m going to sum up everything in a few words.

Work: unfair
Sickness: horrible
New article: proud
Relationships: orgasmic
Weddings: anticipating my day

Well last night, i finished my article for the magazine i’m writing for: "Star Central"... be sure to pick it up. It’s FREE anyway, and Lord knows how much Filipino’s like FREE stuff.
I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for it to be published.
I will make it my duty to frame my published work.

I love you .

Huggy for all the puppies. mwa xxx

Ps. i went clubbing on Friday. The next day, i remembered why i don’t drink smoke and party anymore. The feeling is great =)