Break Someone's Leg

Until I realized its mine.

Still pretty much shaken about the call i received earlier this afternoon from a weird woman saying today was supposed to be my first day of work.

"Oh great. (insert random string of profanities)

I drop by their office looking like i just came from a 21k marathon or if you speak Tagalog, the phrase "basang sisiw" (drenched chick--that doesn't make sense when you translate it. But it means you don't look good) would fit. Then lo and behold, my would-be-boss, the CEO and many other faces with scary titles was there to welcome--or scrutinize, whichever they prefer, the freshie.

When you brush aside the shock and embarrassment. I actually found myself fond of these guys, only because i remember my brother's boss was Indian---that instantly put me in a place where i actually want to work because it reminds me of him.

So after that very awkward scene and forgetting almost all the names and the faces i saw, I had to run to the store to buy a pair of clothes that would fir their required attire. Who cares if i wear it everyday for weeks? At least it makes recall easy like an annoying ad looping again and again in your head.

Am I sure of what I'm getting into? Not really, but it spells a paycheck. Less than i hoped but I'll put up with it, for now.