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All in a day’s work. The title is the very reason I love working in the Philippines.  Here, corporate life is so melodramatic. For the two years that I’ve worked in California, everything felt so robotic. But for my first job here, I was one of the instigators of a mass resignation. For my second job, I made an enemy out of our top boss. Now, it’s drama drama drama all over again.

Sometimes I cry

It’s somewhat difficult to be a girl and “the boss”.  A lot of people don’t know this about me, but I cry in the office restroom when I’m stressed out about work. I recently told one of my boys about it and he did not know how to react. There was a moment of silence that was so awkward, I ended up laughing so loud.

Just for fun, I told him how difficult it was to break into a new crowd and how I’m having a hard time talking to someone in the office. Being the protective guy that he is, he said he’d punch the daylights out of that person. So ensued another laugh trip. It’s funny when you tell people about it.

Truth is, I still cry a lot. I act all tough when I’m trying to get things done. Behind the scenes though, I’m still such a big baby. I cry when no one sees me. I don’t want the writers to think I’ve given up. I don’t want the boys to see that I’m a girl and that sometimes I can’t deal with the stress. I don’t want my managers to think that I’m not all that. So for those things, I cry.

My Boys

When I first started out as a web copywriter, I was paired with two male designers. I’ve never worked with a bunch of guys before my job at iFLOOR, so that was fairly new to me. I had so much fun. I call them my boys. We talk about everything. They were the first guys to introduce me to the world of porn. We talk about sex and what it’s like from their prespective. We talk about girly things like make up and shaving. Then, when I’m all sad and girly (refer to the crying scene above), they always find a way to make me laugh.

What I love about them most, they get so sensitive about protecting me. They make sure they’re on the dangerous side of the street when crossing. They would threaten to beat up anybody who makes me cry. There was a time when this guy scratched the car accidentally and I started going crazy in the parking lot. The guard called the office and five of my boys came down with floor boards (imagine long planks measuring about 5 inches x 30 inches x .5 inch). It had to stop in the middle of my tirade of cuss words. That scene was just too hilarious.

Now that I’m in a different company, I didn’t think I’d feel the same way again. I’m so happy that I have boys again. They’re exactly like my designers in iFLOOR. They get all riled up at the thought of me crying. Hehe. I don’t think I’ll survive stressful work days without them.

 Enemies

Of course, the drama would not be complete without the enemy. There’s always someone out to get me. Thankfully, my direct supervisors/managers for the last six years have all been so cool. These enemies are people who shouldn’t even bother me..but they do. Oh well, that’s life.

So that’s work in a nutshell. If I didn’t have that, I probably wouldn’t even bother showing up everyday.

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