The Smell of Spoiled Testosterone
Damn they firewalled friendster in the office! That's why I've been truant around these parts. (Naks truant. I just got acquainted with that word as of late.) I've been meaning to hole in a cyber cafe the past weekends but I got sidetracked by other concerns. Here I am finally doing my blog in one of them cyber whore houses in Kalentong. I wanted to go to my suking cafe but for some weird reason it's closed. I had to look for somewhere else so here I am in this darkly lit gaming cafe. I have no choice but to sit beside sweaty post-teen boys playing RPG. God the place smells weird! It reeks of spoiled testosterone! I've never been in a room where I'm the single soul thinking. (I don't mean to disparage online gamers. I know the games require some gray matter as well. I just don't get why these people have to talk aloud while playing! Ganun ba talaga? Parang naglalaro ng sakla sa sugalan.)
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There's been an exodus of some sort in the office. Except for a few brave souls (including me), most of the key people in the department have packed their bags leaving Management (and HR) all fucked-up. I'm not about to tell here the real reason why they did it. But here's the hilarious part. Some people from the office believe they have been pirated by a company enganged in BPO. Talk about being clueless!
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So what happens to me in Diwa? I get "transferred" to the newly instituted Acquisitions "Department" (I don't know if you can call a group made up of three people a department. Enlighten me.) I consider that the next best thing to @#4^6&. (Sorry I have to bleep that.)
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Have you ever been sick in the head? I have. I've been sick of thinking that I'm sick. It's scary how powerful the brain is, making you feel things, real symptoms of real illnesses, which you really don't have. It's called anxiety attack. Man the last month was the most nervewracking! I still get aftershocks sometimes.
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I did an experiment to verify the existence of what others call psychosomatic illness. I conditioned myself that my stomach was aching. I wanted my stomach to go bad. I internalized the pain, as if I really felt it. And it did. It gave me an excuse not to attend a get-together I wasn't so excited to go to anyway. Wanna try it?
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Note: Originally posted at http://radioactivemanjuice.blogs.friendster.com/radioactivity/.
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This is incidentally my 69th post here at blogspot. My favorite number.
1 comment:
Armel,
Hahaha! Same observation here...concerning the seeming war zones inside cybercafes whose primary customers were online-gaming crazy youths. Or are we just already old enough to relate with them?
(I'm trying to rack my brain to make it recall my experiences in the '80s when I used to be one of the perpetual kids inside the amusement arcade in Quad which is now Park Square 1.) I'm trying to remember if the noise was the same. Hmmm.
Diwa? Hmmm. I think I get your drift. remember the time we were in the same (or similar) situation? Talk about corporate politics. Or should I say, insecurity of those on top because of seniority to those below who manage to stay because of performance. Sad to say, in the end, seniors and managers get to stay...performers, disappear for good.
Next best thing to what?
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