The Badly Written Sitcom

      It’s either the opportunity of a lifetime to land the best gig on the planet (at least, as far as I’m concerned at the moment), or another chance to screw things up and fall flat on my face again… leaving me a hollow shell of a failed man holding the remnants of hope on one hand and a big bottle of half drunken beer in the other.

     For the past year I’ve been waiting in the wings for an opportunity to do exactly what I lately realized I truly want, to teach. Now, thanks to another one of those unexpected people, I’m going to get my chance. On the 24th of March, I have an aspiring teacher’s equivalent to an audition; a teaching demo. 20 definitive minutes of me trying to wow a board of admissions that has seen all and been all in the teaching community.

     This is a big thing for me. I really, really want this job. To teach college kids within the confines of my extended kingdom, within the borders of my country, amidst the presense of my people… I never wanted to get a job this badly. Hell, I never wanted to get a job at all. Until now. This is my spark. My barbeque sauce. This time, I’m actually serious.    

     First off, I apologize for the numerous typographical errors my last post had. I’m usually more anal than that. No angst nor bitching this week, because for the first time in a long, long time, I’ve actually got nothing to bitch about.

     I’ve been unemployed for almost a week now, and I tell you, I am having the time of my life. Like Resty said in his comment fro my previous post, "we never worked hard, why start now?" Indeed.

     So I’m sticking to my personal paradise, the south. Cavite to be exact. There’s something about being and remaining in Cavite that just recharges me. It’s like a vacation that never ends. Familiar faces left and right. All the places that matter.

     Basically, in the next few weeks, especially in the summer, I’m southbound. you guys need me, you know where to find me. Peace out.

      See, what happened was, I quit my job. But it turns out, I did it in a very anti-corporate manner, so I got fired instead. Then, I was given the chance to be good, mature, professional fellow that had to follow procedure, so I was allowed 30 days before my resignation would take effect. The deal was, if I ever have any lates much less absense, my ass gets fired yet again. 30 days. How long did I last? THREE. Fuck, that’s harsh. If my math is correct (and it rarely is) I only last 10% of the time.

      It’s all good. After all, the girlfriend, who has zero expectations from me (bless her) is cool with it. My potential housemates, I’m sure, will be cool with it, since I paid my share of last months rent anyhoo. (At least I hope they’re cool with it.) So who’s not cool with it? No one. Except me.

      I started work there with one mission: recreate my "youth". No responsibilities, no pressure, no nothing. As fun as it was, it wasn’t exactly the paradise I was expecting.

      Now, time to buckle down. If I’m not getting my college days back… I need to do the next best thing… teach. I turned away from teaching when my own alma-mater rejected my application simply because of a little thing called experience. Now, I thought I had that experience, but since they need it on paper, well… let’s give it to them then.

      Like I did last year, I’m redetermining my goals here. I want what I want, and now, I’m actualy about to work hard for it. Watch out world… I’m coming to get you.

      Oh, and Ed? Do buy me alcohol soon. Unemployed. Will work for beer.

      Ok, it’s 2006. I’m 24 years old. A few years ago, I decided I’d be dead by 25. So I set out and became the self-centered bastard that I am now, doing whatever, whenever, I want, and to hell with the rest of the human race. I have shown kindness to only three sets of people; my few, true friends, whoever the girlfriend of the moment is, and my kids. That’s it. To the rest of the world, I’m an asshole, and proudly so.

      Now, on what supposedly is the last year of my life, my preparations to live it out the way it should be has been a bit derailed. No complaints here, nor are there any regrets. Plans change all the time. I just quit my job again. It’s the only way to go, right?

      The relationship keeps turning for the worse, I’m doing a job that doesn’t ever spark anything in my heart let alone a fire in my ass, the domesticities (yes, I believe I made that one up) is barraged by silent hostilities. (Rhyming is cool.)

      See, with both professional and personal life being the pits, and time isn’t a luxury I’d like to think I have, I don’t want to sit around and make things better, I go out and do so.

      I do want to grow up. I do want a "career". But right now, I just want that craziness to end, and the real me in the real world begins anew. 

     Long time, no blog.

     First off, Let’s get this out of the way. OH MY GOD! I WAS AT RAW! I SAW TRIPLE H! OH MY GOD! Anyhoo…

     Now, time for some serious stuff. First off, I’m moving on. See, I realized that my mission of never having another bad day in my life isn’t realistic, or at least isn’t as realistic as it would be had certain things remained constant. But that’s neither here nor there. Point is, I’m in a battle with a world that wants me to grow up, and sad to say, it’s winning.

     Secondly, I’m moving out. More on that in the coming weeks.

     Now, I’m just tired.

     See you soon Ed. We’re making a movie together.