FRIDAY MIDNIGHT IS…

(an update on the previous post)

So these stupid recruitment people told me to come back on Friday at midnight. Shit!? What the heck is Friday midnight? I went out murmuring the phrase over and over again until I reached the parking area. Shit! Fuck! What the heck is Friday Midnight? And why the fuck didn’t I clarify this with that bitch? This bitch wasn’t the powertripper. This bitch was the one administrating the test and the one who informed me to come back on Friday midnight. The only thing I managed to ask her was do I have to bring anything? She said with a smile, “nothing, just yourself and a smile”. Fuck that phrase.
I found out about their job hiring in the classified ads including the phrase: bring your resume and a smile at… (other hiring info).

Fuck that phrase: these bitches barely smiled at their applicants! They weren’t intimidating—if that’s what they were trying to achieve, nor were they authoritative in that sense at all. at least that’s what they are to me.

I feel a little arrogant for telling all these rants about the only company I could work for in who-knows-for-how-long...or short. This is the only call center my husband ever approves of me working in.

Before we agreed that I get to go back to work, we made some compromises: the area or the company should be accessible and safe for graveyard workers.

Safety.

Being a very protective husband, he just wants to make sure that the company’s location has lively surroundings at night (talk about 24/7 establishments, fastfoods and all). He doesn’t want me wandering in dark alleys (such is the location of my previous company) looking for food during lunch breaks. He makes sure that whenever he would wait for me to get off from work he’d be anywhere where food is easy access.

As paranoid as he is, he wants a police station nearby where I work at. Indeed there is and it’s one of those well-maintained police stations in the city.

Accessible.

This one here also is accessible to his office and the most prominent hospitals in this side of the country. Malls are also within walking distance and a few-minute ride you’ll get downtown. I, too thought of no location ever better.

Less temptation.

This one should’ve been not included because I for one am such a kill joy person. I am that someone who doesn’t know how to party AT ALL. I am a home buddy, couch potato-lurker-type of a person. I am really not into nightlife, even more now that I am married. I am just boring to most and reserved to some. But I am just lazy. That’s why. I just love R and R. I am pretty laid-back who cares nothing about the world and just do my thing to get the things I want and R and R even sooner. But this one right here is a walking distance from this side of the town’s party capitol. But then again, this one probably has the farthest location from nightlife bars among all other call centers here in the city. So he should R and R as well.

R and R.

This one right here, too is very, very close to all kinds of R and R treatments in this city. A few strides from the office and you’ll be in for a dry traditional thai massage—an all-time fave of ours. Just another really short-ride down the town is another zen-inspired spa. A couple of blocks ahead and you’ll be in for another type of spa—a rather high-end one. The list could go on and on.

And so is this is list of reasons why this company still fits our taste awesomely despite the despicable staffs I had to put up with. I could live with that because I, too would work hard for the money.
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so I was told to go back on Friday @ midnight. What the heck is Friday midnight? The one between Thursday and Friday or that between Friday and Saturday? The latter should be staurday already because I tested my phone’s time: set it at 1158pm and wait till it strikes 1159pm and check out the date and day after a minute. So, when it’s 1159pm of Friday, 1200 (which is midnight) is already Saturday. Thus, making it the first hour of the day (Saturday). Then I figured out that I’d just go there on Thursday, a few minutes before midnight. Unless they’d be shitty and make a fool out of me—stupidly correcting me that they meant Friday midnight as Friday and then 1200am. Shit, they’ll gonna be pissing my shit off!

This morning, my dilemma over Friday midnight’s over. They texted me in rather unprofessional sort of way (shortcutting words the txtng way, so jologs) that they wanted to invite me for a client testing/interview tonight (Thursday in my time)and then I had to acknowledge their text, so they say. After just a split of a second, another text came in from same sender telling me to disregard the previous text and come for the same purpose on Friday at 1130pm. acknowledged the text and moved on with life. Dilemma is trashed.