A new blog, a new me! (hopefully haha)

insecurities and desperations season 1:
-i wish i have such a good voice like David Cook or lead of The Calling: so that I could make good music, and just be able to sing on open-mics or jamming sessions in bars when I'm tipsy.
-i wish i could speak english well so that i could penetrate the call center industry with ease, and not be so conscious when speaking the language.
-i wish i was born with the best facial features and be extremely fit so that when i have no work i could just get a modeling stint or runway job or something.
-i wish i was in culinary school so i could be in a hotel or be a celebrity chef with a TV show.
-i wish i was born to owners of many restaurant chains so i'd learn the inner workings of the restaurants and manage them someday with ease.
-i wish i was born to socialite rich parents so i could enjoy life to the fullest...
(err, take the last part out, i still could enjoy life somehow without that)

anyway, things aren't going so good lately. still have no job. maybe i just applied with the wrong establishments or for the wrong positions or something.

just this morning I applied for work in a call center where my friend is working. well i've been considering applying for work in it the past weeks. it's just that when you check the 'jobs for new grads' section of jobstreet.com, lots of jobs in call centers are posted...more than the other industries combined...like 80% are call center jobs and the rest share in the small 20% left in the pie.

to make the story short, i wasn't accepted. the agent said that we (I and other 15 or so) weren't qualified for the job, and only 2 were chosen. when we were leaving the place, I and the other applicants were just in positive mood and were even making jokes about it...that maybe it was just a setup, that the two accepted weren't really accepted, and us 15 would be called later in the evening to say that we were actually accepted.hehehe suntok sa buwan.

well i was fine, but 30 minutes ago, while i was just sitting and collecting my thoughts at our backyard, i slowly felt the reality that i am still unemployed, and chances of being employed are really really slim. (reconstructed: chances of being employed with generous pay and benefits are really really slim)

i just said to myself: 'maybe i'm like this right now, but someday, i'll make sure that my life would be something worth of writing for in an autobiography/biography book.

i wish.