It’s been 3 months to the day i got kicked up one rung higher in the food chain and this has got me asking, what has changed since?
Well, I’m no longer an agent, for one. I’ve toiled nearly three years hopping from one call center to another looking for the proverbial land of milk and honey. Can’t say I’m there now but I’m inching my way somewhere if my recent promotion is any indication. I hope it stays that way (not the “inching” but the “somewhere”).
Moving on, I’m none the wiser still when it comes to fashion and people skills. I still suck in those departments but I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’m happy with who I am and I’m happy as can be though I still get depressed from a myriad of stupid and valid gripes every now and then. Ah! the black mood. The melancholia. It’s my best friend you know. Without them I’d be too happy to care about being a responsible son to my parents and husband to my wife. I won’t even care about staying in my job if it wasn’t for my black moods. Go figure.
Speaking of black, I’m still not sure why I’m stuck with that color for several years now. My closet is literally a study in the many shades of black. Fading black, jet-black, charcoal-black, shiny black.. Maybe i like the anonymity associated with black – and shadows. By wearing black I strive to be insignificant and unknown – like a lowly shadow.
Umm what else, I recently read someone’s Friendster shoutbox and it amused me. There was this guy who blatantly posted all his achievements since kindergarten and shamelessly praised himself for all to see. His profile read more like some geek resume and boy, is he mighty proud of it! But that’s not the funny thing. I’ve seen more than my share of airheads. What got my goat is his shoutout that my friends are “a bunch of men with mediocre jobs trying to relive their glory days in gameshows long past” or something to that effect. Funny that he’s putting down the very same people he was dying to join just a few months ago. It’s rooted in one word – REJECTION. He was popular as hell from elementary to whatever and he racked all those medals and won all those contests on national TV but he wasn’t deemed WORTHY to join our humble group. as a result he’s putting down people and lumping them all in one foul heap. Geez, what a loser.
On the brighter side, I know it sounds cheesy coming from a man but I’m still very much in love with my wife, almost a year and a half after jumping into marital bliss. We’re not rich like the loser I mentioned above. We don’t go around as much as we’d want to but we’re happy as hell just being around each other. That’s what some people call happiness. And if it be a treasure, I’m rich in my own right.
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