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The only stupid thing I did upon applying for my job interview is finishing an e-book deadline. My deadline was on 7PM, like an hour before my job interview.

I told my mother to wake me up at 6AM so I can finish the e-book on time. Then I woke up at 6AM then decided to sleep at 8AM. I totally regret waking up at 10AM then struggled to finish the e-book on time. I texted my mother to ask permission to carry the notebook so I can finish it while on my way to my first ever job interview.

I first got lost going to the Division Office to give the duplicated house key to my mom (coz she’s in a meeting) then sweated through a long queue at MRT (nothing new, seriously). I went back and forth in McDonald’s looking for an internet café to send the e-book and wait for my friend who recommended me a.k.a. Princess. In the end, I chose the job interview. Goodbye P480.

I met Princess through Twitter, with her username @princess_poral, as a KHH (Korean Hip-hop) blogger. She’s nice, bubbly and informative. She knows a lot, like A LOT of stuff regarding KHH. Her knowledge level is senpai god level while mine is noob. She recommended me the job interview because she works there and they need a new agent. Just perfect because I was looking for a job.

We ordered food in McDonald’s (she treated me a McRib) then she bought some albums for an event the next day. After that, we had a loooong walk to her office up to the point of drinking the ice-melted Sprite drink because of dehydration.

Guess who became an instant McDo endorser.

Before the interview, we had some more of spazzing. I was calm and confident while waiting for my interview. I thought I was prepared. I have my resume, my new outfit, my usual self and some confidence. But when the interview began, I knew I was an epic fail.

I forgot to change clothes (I was wearing my Born Hater shirt and I brought my office sexy outfit), which was one of the reasons why I failed the interview. Another thing was that I was on my submissive mode. I hated myself during the interview coz I was like a shy little kid talking to a relative in a family reunion. Lastly, I looked like applying for a job desperately with no confidence at all.

When I went out of that room, I knew I was not going to pass. I expected my resume will just go through a shredder. I assumed the interviewer thought I was too young and naïve for that shit.

I felt so embarrassed in front of my friend. She recommended me but I only disappointed her. I was between ashamed and disappointed.

I think I was all of a sudden engulfed in depression. But then I reminded myself it was only my first time. And no one is fucking perfect, unless you’re Beyoncé.

Despite the first failure of my life as an adult, I still pushed myself to get job. I know that I, merely a college undergrad with no job experience, can still get a job in the professional concrete jungle. And that should be the same with you. This is just my first time, I’m sure I’ll be able to get succeed soon.

Just wait and I’ll be filthy rich.

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On June 1, my mom woke me up early in the morning to help her on cleaning her classroom. I went home at around six. I ate breakfast at a nearby carinderia. Seriously, the food there is so good and servings are huge. When I got home I did not dare to close an eye for sleep. I was traumatized by my previous experiences. Being late on the first day was not one of my plans.

A big paradox to my plan, I went out of the house at around 12:30. As the jeep started to cruise the busy streets of Makati, I’ve realized that I was running late. I checked my phone for every minute that passed by. I also got a bit lost on my way, thank goodness the guards are kind enough to help me. My feet stepped inside the building about nine minutes late. I ran immediately to the security, finding out the NHO starts at 2PM.

I was between relieved because I was not late and mad because I have to wait for an hour in that building. But what can I do, I was already there anyway.

At the struck of 12 midnight er, 2PM, I followed a queue. There I met two crazy otakus named Jhean and Anamon (her name is long, that’s the nickname I gave her). At least somehow I didn’t felt lonely. Another crazy girl who joined them was Alex. We were already bullying Jhean because of her height and elementary kid look. Before the NHO began, we also met two guys and I forgot their names. OTL We were just laughing nonstop like the noisy clique in a class.

The NHO started with passing requirements then introduction about ourselves by the format name, nickname and something interesting about yourself. I stated in the last that I’m a fanfic writer. A lot of newbies were otakus, like wow. And there’s like two Kpop fans, me and Charm. /sighs/

Then we were introduced to the company’s history, facilities, rules and regulations and other stuff. I just wish they would make a map of the place and guide on how to work on important papers (like filing an OT). Come on, we can’t absorb all of the info in a snap. I ain’t no genius with super sharp photographic memory.

After the NHO, we were given a certificate, showing that we finished our NHO, and our training schedule. That’s when I realized I wasn’t going to be with them because we were in different accounts. Like dude, I just found a clique that I can somewhat feel I belong with… oh shit.

I wish I took notes on everything. Idiot.

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