I Quit the Hated Job – A Reprise, A Conclusion

For months people had grown tired of hearing me complaining about my job – Iย soon grewย tired of hearing myself complain, too. Thus, I had changed the blog’s theme to something out of this world. Still, for one last time, let me reprise my role as the Job Hater.

Lessons Learned, Blessings Received

This time, I am not going to repeat all the pains and sufferings (as if!) brought about by the job at The Company. No, this time, let’s go over the positive side of working at the company for even when I hated the conditions of the work, I did gain a lot from The Company.

  • The experience. Everything happens for a reason – so, it is best to make the most out of something. Yes, the experience of working in a BPO company may not be priceless, really, but it helped me take stock of my life – made me appreciate the good things that I have. In short, The Company helped me take a more positive outlook in my personal life, feel happy for little things that might have previously gone unnoticed.
  • The knowledge. True, the work I had dealt with editing – something that helped me take the proverbial English rust off my brain. I learned a lot from the articles I’ve read. That is priceless.
  • The friendship. My brother, upon learning that I would quit, told me how my life would be sad sans the social aspect. Really? Friendships and social bonds need not occur at work alone or physically with the other people – one can afford to be social yet alone – alone but not lonely. On the upside, I will actually have more time for socialization now that I have no one to answer to, no almost-non-existent-leave-credits to stretch. Yes, I can afford to socialize more.
  • The money. True, The Company pays us more than the minimum wage – no questions.
  • The extra job. Here, I would say that I am actually grateful that I worked at The Company. Why? Well, I wouldn’t have known Lurchie who would introduce me to Maree who would eventually become my cool boss ๐Ÿ˜€ No regrets.

The End

Today marked the start of a new chapter in my life. As Maree said: Welcome to the world of freelance! I love it! Yes, it is the end of my life as the Job Hater – I had quit the job. Actually, the official end is on August 31 but, as luck would have it, I got sick so I didn’t have to work – then, August 31 is a holiday.

I love my life. Call me, The Freelancer ๐Ÿ˜€

New Name, New Blog Themes

My days at The Company are numbered… Because I am not one to really hold a grudge (and I don’t hate the job and the new one, anyway), I’m turning this Job Hater’s Journal into the Broken Chord’s Memoir.

Why “Broken Chord”?

Last night, at the birthday party, an uncle joked about their church choir having broken chords – well, I loved the name and decided to keep it as my own. No, I don’t really have broken musical chords but “broken” signifies a lot of things: broken relationships at work, broken emotions at work, broken (well, soon) links with the company, broken ground for the new house (another coming-soon-feature), etc. I’m still trying to figure out how I could place the header on ๐Ÿ˜€ – not so techie here.

Why don’t I change the blog altogether?

For me, there really is no point in overhauling this whole thing and just forgetting that this blog once existedย – the place where I had a virtual fight with many people LOL No, this has been a part of me, a part of my life. As I had always mentioned, this is a blog about the bits and pieces of my life, my career, etc. – no use having to scrap this. Plus, I already have a “2” Google page rank – no chance that I’m giving this up LOL

New Blog Themes

Let us all move on and forget the bitter past. Ponder on some of things that I had learned with past experiences. According to a writer (name will be posted when I remember who he is), “Judge your success by what you had to give up in order for you to get it”. Well, if I gave up a successful career at The Company, does that mean I am succesful in the new venture? Mr. Koala is sure – as always – to counter this thought but the writer is definitely more reliable than this Koala Guy ๐Ÿ˜€

New themes will be, well, new themes. I don’t know what they are going to be but time will tell, as always. Comments – good, bad, rants, anything – are always welcome, people! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Hey girl! Are those wrinkles? ๐Ÿ˜€

On Serious Matters – Hospitalized

Things don’t always go as we planned them to be. This is a very valid statement that dates back into the people who had lived millions of years ago. ๐Ÿ™‚ Well, for once, an event took out the harsh schedule that we are experiencing at work – at least for me – but the alternative is, perhaps, worse than what my predicament had been. I was hospitalized for 5 days because of pelvic inflammatory disorder that affected my left fallopian tube.

It started out with a pain that was like that of a ruptured appendix –ย the resident doctorย was about 90% sure that the illness was appendicitis but it occurred on the left lower quadrant of the abdomen. Several tests were done and it was found out that a large sausage-like pus build up was blocking my left fallopian tube and is causing the pain. Yikes! There were about 4 doctors who attended to me.

The prognosis was not good at that time because the pus-encroached area was large so that it might burst any minute. The doctors had to use a strong dose of Dalacin, intravenously, to start killing the bacteria causing the infection.

However, there is one major problem – I am allergic to dextrose (Lactated Ringer’s solution) but can tolerate mannitol. Still, the doctors at the hospital did not believe that I had an allergy to dextrose so I had to wince and bear the agony of them putting the needles into my hand.

The hand swelled and they had to insert a new needle. The hand still swelled – much more so when the undiluted medication was injected by the nurse – and they inserted a new needle into the other hand. Each time a new IV needle was inserted, I cried loudly because of the sting that is created by the dextrose flow – not because of the needle.ย  ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Still, because the infection was intense, I needed intense medication – intense medication means that it is pricey. And yes, the Dalacin C IV injection costs roughly $35 per ampule! And I had to be injected 3 times a day for the whole duration of my hospital stay! Doing the math, I realized that this medicine alone was enough to eat a huge chunk from the house savings! {big sigh} This is not to mention the other medications and the daily expenses of just being in the hospital (food, etc.). Yes, things don’t always go as planned – things always don’t go as planned!

It was almost funny how I felt so helpless and at the mercy of those who cared for me in the hospital – Bobby, Leah, Jeilt, Ian, Luz, and Mama Eve. There were times when they had to feed me because I couldn’t even hold a spoon, let alone lift it and eat. Still, the doctors did not believe that I have allergies to dextrose! Why are they being so overbearing anyway?

I just got home today. I had to let the whole day pass before I could type here without wincing so much from the pain. The doctors are making me drink oral Dalacin C antibiotic for 7 days – again at 3 times a week. At least, the oral ones are a lot cheaper than the IV variety as each tablet costs only $1.5 but I also have to drink a strong antacid to counteract hyperacidity {major double sigh}.

Still, I am thankful for a lot of things – especially since the infected part did not burst and could have caused my instant death because my sick heart couldn’t tolerate the poison from the pus and dead cells. The doctors said that I was lucky in that count.

my swollen hand due to dextrose allergy

my swollen hand due to dextrose allergy

4 Days is a Very Long Weekend (latest update: Saturday)

“4 days is a very long weekend” is grammatically incorrect, yes! However, this is the term that closely describes the long stretch of weekend that we are in for. Wow! For the first time in weeks I am really going to have several days of rest and recreation. Oh, we are supposed to spend those days in celebration of the Holy Week but I had never really been very religious. ๐Ÿ™‚

So what do I do with all the time I am granted for R&R? The most obvious answer is: R&R ๐Ÿ˜€ So, I vowed to wake up late – at 10AM or 11AM. Other plans include:


  1. Wake up at 10AM.
  2. Work on some projects for Maree.
  3. Go to my cousins’ house for bonding after finishing the projects.
  4. Watch a movie.
  5. Sleep.


The electric company has plans of its own – brown outs for several hours, power back, the brown out again! That means that I have to work double time on the projects – which will probably be passed later than the deadline – and say goodbye to activities #3 and #4. {major double sigh}


It is 10:30PM. I’ve just sent the assignments due at 5:00PM {sigh}. I wish I could live in a place where brown outs are not a problem at all (the power stabilized at 6PM!). Thankfully, I was at least able to deliver within the day {sigh}. Sadly, as I had predicted earlier, I was not able to do activities #3 and #4 – but at least I earned about 4 days worth of salary from my real job within one day of work ๐Ÿ˜€ Thanks, Maree!


  1. Wake up at 10AM.
  2. Go to Sibulan Golf Club something for a whole day of swimming. (tentative schedule)
  3. Girls’ bonding with my cousins.
  4. Watch a movie at home.
  5. Sleep.


I woke up at 7AM – refreshed. I made some candles the whole morning and took out my old cross stitch ๐Ÿ˜€ Then I’m going to church this afternoon at 2PM. Swimming at Sibulan was postponed tomorrow. ๐Ÿ˜€ Yahoo!

the candles i made

the candles i made


  1. Wake up at 10AM.
  2. Watch a movie (or movies).
  3. Sleep in the afternoon ๐Ÿ˜€
  4. Watch another movie.
  5. Sleep.


We went to Bravo Golf Club…

sa lowest na pool

sa lowest na pool

zen text

zen text




  1. Easter Sunday sunrise service.
  2. Some activities with the cousins.
  3. Bonding somewhere with the girls.
  4. Bonding somewhere with the hubby.
  5. Sleep.

This schedule is, of course, tentative.

Then, on Monday, we work at 2 PM ๐Ÿ˜€ Cool weekend.

How’s your long, 4-day weekend?

Maybe I'll go to Forest Camp within the weekend, too

Maybe I'll go to Forest Camp within the weekend, too

The Relativity of Success

Everyone wants to be successful. That is a fact. But what does success mean?

Most people think that success means being rich, famous, and on the top bracket of the job. However, there are also a lot of people who would agree with me that success means being able to achieve your goals – be it monetary or be it love. Confused? Here’s my take

I am a licensed Chemist. Does that mean I am successful? Well, considering that I now work as a copyeditor, I am not successful in being a chemist – but does that mean that I am a failure? Well, a lot of people think so {sigh}. Rewind some two to five years ago…had someone told me then that I will NOT be working as CHEMIST, I’d laugh at their face. Yes, the past me would have concluded that I AM a failure today. So, am I? I don’t think so.

Yes, I may not work in my professional field but I did find a decent work in Dumaguete. Oh, I don’t love the job but it really is decent. Then. I have an online job that gives me the same salary as my real job minus the stress and in a much relaxed time. Yes, no matter what people might say, I am successful. I see my hubby every few days and he goes to work every few days. We have fun. We go swimming. Stuff.

My point here is that I do not have to work in my field to be successful. And yes, if I quit my real job at the end of the year, I’d still consider myself successful. I may not be able to buy a car right now but I’m saving for my dream house ๐Ÿ™‚

A girl cousin thinks that I married early (at 24) that’s why I am sadly not successful ๐Ÿ˜€ But then what is the RIGHT age for marriage? Is being single a guarantee that I’d be successful? Maybe, but then I’d go back to what success might really mean. Yes, I could still be single and working as top Chemist in some company – like in the cement company that I left – but if my heart wants me to be with Bobby and live a simple life, that is SUCCESS to me. Yes, I am successful ๐Ÿ™‚

P.S. According to the PorkChop Duo, Success is relative…More success, more relatives. LMAO

Busy, Busy, Busy, Busy…

These past few days had been extremely busy – I had so many assignments in my online job that it was a wonder that I was still able to squeeze in some nap time in the afternoons. It was a good thing that I was in the 6 AM shift.

Today marks another change in the shifting schedule {sigh}. However, I am torn between loving the fact that I can wake up any time I want to but hating the fact that my “extra” time is very limited so that if I do have online assignments, I have to wake up considerably early for my usual wake up time. That means that instead of waking up at 10 or 11, I have to wake up at 7 or 8 {sigh}.

Sleep experts will, of course, tell me that what I am doing is wrong. I read somewhere that for the body to adjust to the shifting schedules of today’s working generation, the waking up hours should be at about the same time of the day. So does that mean that I have to wake up at 5:30 each day? No way! The experts fo know better but if I wake up that early everyday – even on days when I am on the afternoon shift – my body is going to fight and scream all the way so that I will be dragged to sleep even when I am at work. Uh-oh! Major memo at The Company ๐Ÿ™‚

Speaking of memos, I am expecting one to be handed my way in the next few days uh-oh. It’s just that I’ve had some really major errors which are considered a huge NO-NO at the company (aka front matter errors). And yep – before you all open your mouths and laugh at me – I admit those were my fault. Let’s just call it a major error of not looking if the article title was styled as article title {sigh}.

I was actually thinking that they would suspend me but Miss A and Mr D said that first offenders are sort-of excused – a bit. Well, I was actually secretly (haha) hoping for about 3 to 5 days of unpaid vacation from The Company so I could catch up on those assignments and those zzzzzzzz LOL Guess I can’t have a punishment that is not a punishment at all ๐Ÿ™‚

power nap

power nap