The End of the Long-Short Wait

After how many weeks, I am a few days away from knowing if the job'll want me as well.


We'll be going through Abay yet we'll be having test bed as well.WTF? Dry run for dummies, in short. And because I want the job so much I cannot complain about the ungodly hour of the shift nor the fact that there will be no floorwalkers and uglies to help us when the weirdos start to invade our so-called lives through the net.


Dammit. Ambisyosa.

On the lighter side of life, I am accustomed to once again, walking home. It keeps me healthy and hikes up a god amount of time until I meet up with Morpheus. Yet to wake up just because the light that streams into the room is too much? That's another story.

No updates yet. Yet I find myself yearning once again for a new desktop. It'll relieve me of deprived sanity. But on the other hand, let's just keep that thought at bay.

Mano got his report card a few days ago. Quite frustrating, but knowing the dark side of (eew) alma mater, if this won't be worked on ASAP, the little boy's going down.

Changes, changes. And more adjustments to follow. Uglies here and cuties there. I'm starting to think that the world is going back to it's normal state.

Not-so-puffing with pride. But yes, feeling accomplished.