the last king of snotland

i've quit uno.

well, technically, i didn't. i was asked to voluntarily resign because the bossasaurus said that he didnt want me around the office anymore. however, the idea of resignation has been lurking behind the shadows of my synapses ever since i posted the alfred resignation letter in multiply. you see, i have been reduced from a feature article writer to a secretary. i do not mean to demean the secretaries out there. i have full respect for your work and clearly understand what you go through, having been through a sampling of it, but i just cant do it. im just not cut out for taking dictations, making letters for someone else, printing the same shit over and over again, wasting ink which i have to make a request for and it never comes and a bunch of other tasks that i just dont fucking want to do. hence, i have already jumped ship round that time, i just lollygagged for a while and enjoyed the free internet.

anyways, last week, the lower bossasaur informed me that we would be doing overtime work on saturday. i had nothing to do then so i said, "ok." im freeloading in my aunt's mansion in ayala alabang village and going in and out of that place aint easy. anyways, usually, when i come to work on friday i already have my bag of dirty clothes with me so that when 6pm hits, i sprint off to the bus station and head home to batangas. but since saturday was o.t. day, i didnt. at 6pm, i returned to the mansion only to receive a text that the o.t. was cancelled. so, i packed my shit, left alabang and went home. btw, my phone's battery was low the moment i stepped out of the office and was gonna charge it at the mansion but since i was going home, no use staying just to charge it. i died on me while on the bus. anyway, when i arrived after a long trip and was able to finally charge the phone, i got a text from the bossasaurus to text back so he could call. i didnt have love and didnt bother to buy because (a) i was short on funds and (b) work's over. and then, i was awakened the next morning by a text message from him again demanding me to be in the office by 9am. back story ends here.

after lunch today, the bossasaurus gathered everyone and began a speech about some shit that he was in a meeting when his brother called that their dad died but he stayed until the meeting was finished and left. he also bragged about not seeing his wife/girlfriend/whatever give birth to their first child. and then he launched a rainfall of missiles on me. i told him what happened but people like him are deaf to anything because they believe they are never wrong.personally, i dont know what i did wrong, maybe i did something wrong, but i dont see it. to me, professionalism begins and ends on monday to friday, from 9am to 6pm. anything beyond that is my time, meaning time for my own decisions. i am my own boss. secondly, i dont see why staying at work even when your dad died or your wife gave birth is something to be proud about. if my dad died or my wife was gonna give birth, im out of there. no questions asked. if the people at work dont understand that, then it's definitely not the place for me. and finally, he's shouting at me for not texting back and not showing up for the o.t. that was cancelled. was that really what caused the big legal problem?! what was there to fuckin confirm from me? ive already told the lower bossasaur that the jamie woman said ok when i called her. he could have asked him.

im seeing this as finger-pointing. blame the guy who wasnt there. and also, probably ego-tripping, since everyone's there to hear it. every narcissistic a-hole needs an audience when making up for his insecurities. "hey, im the boss who puts work before family. im fuckin good. watch me put this peon to shame." with all due respect, sir, not everyone is and has to be like you. not everyone is earning the same salary as you. yes, the mag was fucked up when you came in and you fixed it. yes, you run a tight ship. yes, you never make mistakes. yes, hearing you repeat those in every fucking meeting is annoying. yes, you can do the mag by yourself. then do it.

i do not and will not kiss anyone's ass for 8,000 bucks. well, except maybe natalie portman's.

p.s. all i wanted was to write. that's all im good at. i think.