HELL Week

I've just experienced hell week. Back in college, when people say hell week, that just means term papers are due or it's finals week and then add it to your org responsibilities... With work, it's a very different hell week. I've been taking my client's bullshit for months now and I still have to do what they say with an F'in smile on my face. They think you're not doing what you're supposed to, despite the fact that you've been staying in the office until 11pm, everyday. In fact, when I was the last one in the office, I didn't have the time to think about the ghost stories they were saying. I was too busy looking at the excel file my client gave me and figure out how everything will work. I went to work last Saturday, and then Sunday at 1pm, I headed to Fontana along with my officemates.

My first event in Arc is the PMPMI's NATCON 2007. Basically, it's the week long sales convention of PMPMI and they flew in participants from all accross the country. Everything would have gone perfectly well, if not for my client's bullshit. They haven't paid Fontana the day before the event. They've been changing rooming list until 1am of Monday, and take note, the event starts Monday! Fontana was on the verge of backing out because they should have had the signed contract and the payment at least a week before the event. It's fucking 2am in the morning of Monday, and there was still no contract. Crazy, right? I don't wanna narrate the whole thing, but thank god for the entertainment these events have. These were my down times. I got to watch Imago, Indio I, The Dawn, Pinikpikan, Belly Dancers, Poi Dancers and the fireworks. At least for a few moments, my clients would shut up and stop perstering me and enjoy the show. My favorite time was when my client was soo drunk she looked totally out of it and she was hugging me for the good job SHE did. Tsss..

I dunno why I got into this job or WHY I wanted this job. I guess it's really good for me. I'm a spoiled brat who doesn't take orders from anyone, until now. I've learned to suck it all up and cry in a corner when I'm super annoyed and can't do anything about it, and not let anyone find out, except of course my boss who has been crying for weeks. It has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. My dad told me that it's part of the job and I should just do it and watch these people die their slow deaths because of all the cigarettes they've been smoking. Yeah right! If I work long enough with them I would die before they do because of second hand smoke.

I've probably gained a lot of things from this event and I just don't know it yet. But right now, I'm just happy it's over!!!

I wish I could just disappear and go to a beach somewhere to forget all about this. Hayyyyy!!!