Mar 2008

Good morning, PeopleSupport!

Welcome to another edition of Guess That Supervisor! Or in this case, supervisors, plural.

Let me introduce our two new Da-Who's!

Si Popoi and Basha!

Kilalang-kilala sa floor natin ang dalawang sup na ito.

Both of them are currently single although, Basha is rumored to be in an on-again-off-again "M.U." relationship with some outsider which hasn't been deemed official ever since they started going out again.

Hesitate much, B?

Popoi, on the otherhand, is extremely unattached. And detached, if I might add.

Lately kasi, si Popoi, parang laging tulala. Nawawala sa sarili. Maybe, bothered siya dahil him and Basha seem to be drifting apart more and more each day. Or maybe dahil constipated lang siya. I just don't know, dear readers.

These two seem to be perfect for each other. Both young and good-looking, smart and fashionable, pang-showbiz baga.

Pero they just seem to casually walk over the thin line of being friends and being lovers.

But don't get me wrong. Wala pang nangyayari sa kanila.

They just kissed.

For several minutes.

In front of me.

On my living room sofa.

One drunken Red Horse morning.

They must have thought little old me was sleeping. Little did they know, I had one eye open as I definitely felt zumkindofa zexual tenzion going on.

Maraming bumubooking sa maling akala, sabi nga nila.

Nobody in the Operations Floor knows that these two have got a nifty little secret. But they are watching them both closely for any hint of something amiss.

Clue?

Si Basha, conservative type. But with a little spice of everything nice. Graveyard shift siya. Not overwhelmingly beautiful, but definitely cute. Daming nagkaka-crush sa kaniya. No ambitions of moving up as a manager, she's quite happy being just a humble supervisor. I just wish she'd quit smoking. Di bagay sa good-girl image niya eh.

Si Popoi, supervisor na cute boy-next-door-type. Pero lately medyo brooding ang lolo mo. Ilang beses ko na siyang inalok ng sensual massage, but alas, lagi siyang tumatanggi. Hmp. His loss. Pero as long as he maintains that Dawson's Creek appeal of his, haaay, girls will still be swooning over him, if he isn't too busy playing for this account's basketball team, that is.

Buti pa sila, may intriga about love. Ako kaya? Kelan? Love ha! Hindi sex. Sawa na ako sa intriga about sex.

There's this new team incentive for overtime that was rolled out for us last week.

If you do twenty hours of overtime in a week, you receive, on top of your OT pay, an additional P3000.

Not bad, di ba?

Twenty hours? I thought, Chicken!

Eleven hours of accumulated overtime later, laglag na ang matris ko sa pagod.

Ang masama, pag ganito ang condition ko, I get snappish.

Marami-rami na rin akong taong natarayan lately, and it doesn't look like I'm about to stop anytime soon.

Ayoko pa naman na nagtataray ako. It's so contrary to how I really am. Deep inside, I'm a Disney Princess. When I sing, woodland creatures rush to my aid and help me get ready for the day by braiding my hair and sewing me a shirt.

The logical thing for me to do is to apply for leave so I could get some proper rest. Ang kaso, kinuha ni Luna ang lahat ng leave allocations namin. Ewan ko ba kung anong gagawin ng babaeng yun. Magpipilgrimage yata sa Tondo or something.

The other day, may isang maintenance guy ako na natarayan. Nagvavacuum sa tabi ng station ko habang nakikinig ako ng music through my earphones.

"Kelangan po ba ngayon niyo na gawin yan?" ang bitchera kong tanong.

Ngumiti si maintenance guy sa akin ng mabait at saka sinabing, "Sorry po, Sir. Pasensya na po. Balik na lang po ako mamayang umaga."

Ay ang bait niya. So we ended up in my place and had wild sweaty freaky sex. Hi hi. Joke lang.

I had just ended my shift and already at the corner of Ayala when I received a text message:

"San ka? Dito ako PS"

Hay. Si Pumpkin.

I was about to reply when I heard someone call me. Siya na nga. He was crossing over from RCBC. Naka-formal attire ang lolo mo. In fairness, bagay sa kaniya. Mukha siyang mapagkakatiwalaang insurance agent. Ewan ko kung bakit yun ang pumasok sa isip ko.

"May yosi ka?" ang agad na tanong ng lolo mo.

"Wala," sagot ko naman.

We headed over to uber-posh Jollijeep to buy some yosi.

"Bakit ka naka-formal?"

"I just came from an interview. Actually, I have another appointment in a company near Market Market in a couple of hours," Pumpkin added jokingly, "Alam mo ba, tuwang-tuwa ang mga interviewers ko because I'm so witty and have a fantastic twang!"

"Humble ka pa rin ano?" I answered.

"I always pray that I get female interviewrs. I seem to have more of an alluring effect towards them, you see," he smiled.

"So you're the typical discreet gay guy who is adored by females, I'm so happy for you," I said, sarcastically.

We got to talk about a lot of things.

"Anong bago sa PS?" he asked.

"Ayun, sikat ka na sa PS dahil sa blog ko," I joked.

"Hello! I've always been famous!" he replied.

"Artistahin ka pa rin talaga," I added.

"Do you know that I met your old crush Roy C. the other weekend in Club Mafia?" he asked.

"OMG! Si Roy? How is he? Cute pa rin ba siya? Does he still wear those cool Oakley's?"

"Yeah, he looked good, pero mas cute ako. Plus, I think he was hitting on me," Pumpkin said.

I snorted, "Assuming ka masyado."

"He invited me to go wake-boarding with him!" he said.

"Wake-boarding? Yun na ba ang bagong code for one-night stand?" I asked.

He laughed and then asked, "So musta naman sa Exp****?"

"Ayun, dami pa ring tsismis at scandals. Uso ang sup + agent relationships, may politika pa rin sa management, marami pa ring mga bading ang nagkukunyaring macho, may mga taong nabubuntis here and there, may mga nagsesex sa CR, may mga adik sa floor, at merong isang taong tulad ko na bino-blog lahat ng mga yan," I said.

"Shet, parang ang saya pa rin sa floor," Pumpkin said, "Ikaw kasi! Inaway mo ako kaya napilitan akong umalis!"

"Wag na nating balikan ang nakaraan, please," I laughed.

Sa iisang FX na lang kami sumakay kasi madadaanan din naman yung place ko papuntang Market Market.

"So, any flings lately?" I asked.

"Nope, and I am so not looking right now. I think I'll give it a rest for the meantime. Masyadong haggard ang mga last few relationships ko eh."

Before we parted ways, he promised that he would post a comment on my Friendster as soon as he got home.

And he did:

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Buquoa!!!! That’s how we used to call him.. or biancs did.. and I just joined.. I can’t remember.. Oh well, anyhow! Buquir joined me once in my never ending quest for the perfect diet ( yup, parang si Oprah lang), I guess it didn’t work huh? (chuckles).. but hey, you now fit in your high school shirt, right? Or at least that’s what you told me (walang sarcasm na involve to, I swear).. Ay naku Buks, I miss PS a lot, fun memories… your fault I left (DAMN YOU!!! J).. So after the longest time, Buks and I are talking again (FINALLY!!.. arte mo kc e).. Like I’ve said Buks, “No harm in seeing me again.”, making me one person less of those you no longer or refuse to associate with… so panu buks? BASAGAN na to!!!.. on a more serious note, its nice were back.. Very nice indeed.. (pahirin mo luha mo, di bagay, para ka lang may pawis sa mata.)…

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This was actually the second draft. The first one he sent me via email was too, ummm, juicy:

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Buquir.. buquir.. buquir.. He is the guy that I always ask to check my butt if they looking pretty ok.. or if they pants I’m about to buy fits perfectly in my ass.. and well, he is more than willing and happy to oblige.. Buks, thanks for always CHECKIN my CHEEKS..

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He hasn't changed one bit. Buti na lang.

For some weird reason, ako ang madalas nagseset up ng itinerary ng mga gimik namin ng aking mga friends.

According sa pop culture, eventologist daw ang tawag sa mga taong nagsesetup madalas ng mga events.

According sa akin, kaartehan ang term na eventologist. Ginawa siya ng mga taong feeling.

Katulad ni Tim Yap (side note: Acronym daw name niya for T*ng Inang Mukha Yan Ang Pangit!). Ang feeling talaga ng poser na yan. Eventologist, my ass. Everyone can do what he does. With the right resources, of course.

So, what I need to do for this Saturday is set up dinner plans and after-dinner plans. It's a despedida party of sorts for my supervisor, Mitch, who will be leaving for greener pastures. Definitely greener.

Dinner's pretty easy. I already made reservations for 7 at 6PM sa Fish Out of Water sa Greenbelt 5. Balita ko masarap daw dun.

My teammate recommended it to me, and she used the magic words: "BIG SERVINGS". Ayoko ng may kahati.

Ang problema ko ay ang after-dinner plans.

I'm supposed to meet the rest of my teammates for inuman pero di ko alam kung saan.

Sabi ng manager ko (office manager, hindi talent manager; ano ako artista?), sa Good Earth na lang daw sa Rockwell. Mura lang daw eh pero maganda ang ambience. Malasing naman kaya ako sa ambience na yan? 200hundred daw isang bucket ng beer. Isang bote lang laman ng bucket, puro yelo na.

Ang chika naman sa akin ni Zue Ann, mahal daw dun. Siguro mahal nga pero mura lang para sa manager ko (may pagka-VIP kasi siya eh, alam mo yun, maselan). Joke lang. Yata.

Ang suggestion ko nga, sa Providence na lang sa may Vito Cruz. Ang minus side? Chaki talaga ang place. May infestation ng mga ipis at lamok. Ang plus side, soooobrang mura. (Side note: pansin ko lang, andaming tibo sa Providence. Bakit kaya?)

So, malamang, hindi na lang sa Providence.

I guess pwede kaming magpaka-feelers and pumunta na lang ng Embassy. Kaso I really don't like the idea of paying more than 500hundred just for the entrance fee and para magfeeling sikat and sosyal and artistahin. Ang pretentious, eh. Tsaka baka makasalubong ko pa ang Trying Hard na Tim Yap eh insultuhin pa niya ako dahil di ako fashionable (tapakan ko siya diyan eh).

Eh kung mag-Bay Walk na lang kami? Ay, sarado na nga pala yun. Shet.

Ayaw naman ng mga kasama ko sa Malate, kasi pambakla daw yun. May issue kayo sa bakla, mga lintek kayo?

Hmp. Hanggang ngayon di pa rin ako sure kung saan kami mag-iinuman.

Malamang, ang bagsak namin sa Sabado diyan na lang sa Sukina. Soooosyal.

Hey you...

Enough said.