Beeyotch!

Today was bitchy day. 'Nuff said.

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...Ok, today was bitchy day because it's been so long since I've last been bitchy. I deserve to be bitchy, and I miss being bitchy ! I need my bitch partner and was yearning for his presence the whole day. I can't wait till this Saturday which is as of now scheduled to be our bitching day.

It started because it was my third day suffering from the curse of Eve (believe me, with women? being on their period is ENOUGH reason to be bitchy). I was hoping that things would get better by the afternoon but my bitchiness kinda hit it's peak after sending a student out of my classroom in the middle of my lecture (I soooo hate cellphones inside my class, especially if the message alert tone is "Beautiful Girls" or "Papaya"). Counting from one to ten after that, I already thought I have already mastered the art of anger management when the discovery that my students failed to research on something I told them to disrupted me from reaching my place of Zen. That, my friends, resulted in a 30 minute sermon of how they should be more responsible and all statements that made me sound like my mother (love you, mum!). It is because I always had this feeling that ever since I started to embrace the wacky world of teaching, I will always have something to do when the time comes that they begin to poke patients for the rest of their lives. And when God forbid anyone of them screws up, I will blame myself for not being too bitchy enough to give them the bitchiness required when they needed it the most.

The day passed by with me still being a hag but mellowed down when I had to talk to one of my student's mom into considering the idea of having her child shift to another course. I really hate it when I do that, but the job calls for it. It's one of those "principle" things that you have to stand for even if that means being, well, a bitch.

So off the afternoon went, with me receiving lots (and I mean LOTS of chocolates and an engraved keychain from some students), which made me even more cranky realizing that chocolates (especially Lindt and Ghirardelli's) are something I can't resist and will form into something that will constantly remind me of my weakness as that thing called flabs. Why the hell can't I just eat them chocos and still be reed thin like Paris Hilton? Damn you Cosmo! Damn you!

Going home, my bitch-o-meter finally reached it's lowest at this day. I was drained. It's like anger sucked the energy out of me and that glass of red wine just validated it.

Crazy friend called me up and asked me to check my mail because of something he sent. That's when I realized that it was already days since I last saw my inbox. Armed with my virus infested laptop and a lousy service provider, I visited Gmail after a long while and got, among many messages, a series of pics, Friendster notices and an email from the immig lawyer.

"pare, gandang chick nun a!"

"Are you slashing your wrist, miss?"

Just in case you might be wondering why I am always off center, it is because I am just an extra to the whole thing. See, this was one of crazy friend's series of architectural designs that needed to get caught on cam so I just lent support by gracing them pics! Hehehehehe....

...OK, and darn proud too. There! :P.

Next mail I opened was this one from Littler Mendelson P.C. that brought the headache back all over again. Who wouldn't when it requires you to do these?:

1. Complete the G28 Questionnaire

2. Complete the I-140 Questionnaire

3. Complete the 750B Questionnaire

4. Complete the 9089 Questionnaire

5. Gather all requisite documents and send me a copy of each if you have not already forwarded them to DaVita.

Everybody who really knows me know that one of the things I hate most was filling up forms! I just can't stand the monotony of writing stuff about you know by heart but somehow tend to forget. This is one of the reasons why I sometimes love having obedient students around. I remembered every freaking start of enrollment or obtaining public documents where you have to write things repeatedly in your ugliest handwriting. It's like that opening sequence in every "The Simpsons" episode where Bart is punished by writing "I will not (insert wacky act here)..." on the board over and over again! It also irks me that there are those very simple questions that require very simple answers but you tend to think too much so you debate on what you have just put in.

Example:

SEX: ____

hmm.... male or female? whenever I'm horny? none at all? the answer to 3+3 in a Visayan accent? damn too hard to answer...

That is why by 11 pm, I took a breather and blogged instead.

I am such a bitch.