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Ladida... (The nth installment)

Two more weeks of internship to go and then I'm off to Baguio. People have been raising their eyebrows at the fact that I'm going there sometime around the beginning of the rainy season, when, well, it starts raining, and all you can see is fog. Well, I like it that way. I love gloomy weather, rain, fog, Baguio when all the tourists are safely tucked away in their urban abodes and lashing away or getting whipped by their corporate superiors. It's so peaceful there when only the locals sip coffee serenely in the coffee shops trying to ward off the chill. Baguio is always at its best without tourists around. Just like when we were kids. When Burnham Park wasn't the dingy place it is now. When we would walk to church on Sunday morning and then stroll casually into town to have ice cream and cotton candy at Coney Island somewhere in the middle of Session Road or hike from the John Hay gate to the Clubhouse where you had to exchange your pesos for American bills or coins because the vendos were, well, American.

(To be continued. Partners are coming this way.)

Side thought before yosi break

Only in law school:

"If you're feeling naughty... file a motion to dismiss or a bill of particulars to the pleading you are answering." - Atty. Maria Celina Fado (2006 OLA Seminar)

Bwahaha! Mag-yosi na ako. Ewan ko na lang ha. =p

Tales from here and the hereafter

It's another slow day at the office. I just had lunch in the pantry amidst incessant partner talk. I'm trying my best to keep a low profile, i.e. to remain basically inconspicuous, as to both wardrobe and demeanor... I wonder if I'll get accepted here (or anywhere else, for that matter) after law school... Anyway, it's not like I want to work already. It's so different from law school. At least in law school, I can fuck up a recit and survive, get over it with a beer or two (or a really long jog). At work, I don't think people are allowed to fuck up. You have to be on your toes all the time. These are real finances and real people they deal with. Fuck one up, you're out. Or you at least get a reputation for being the one who fucked up. Gawd!

Anyway, the new lawyers take their oath today. Roll signing is a couple of days after the oath, I think. And that reminds me, WE'RE TAKING THE BAR NEXT YEAR!!! Holy crap. Hell fire and brimstone. I'm so not ready. For the life of me, I can't seem to remember what evil twist of fate made me decide to go law school. All I wanted was to write. But then again, writers, most of them, anyway, end up homeless and hungry, neither of which I want to be. All my idealism seems to have vanished into thin air. Law school sucked it all out. All it's done so far is to mar my perfect picture of the future with blotches of inadequacy. I don't think I've ever felt so goddamned stupid in my entire life. Well, at least now I know I don't know anything. That's a good thing, I think. No delusions of grandeur here. Not that I ever had any. I never had a superiority complex or whatnot. I just knew I was above average. Above average here meaning in comparison with the rest of the population, not my contemporaries in law school or all the others seeking a slot in the legal profession. I can't see how a UP Law education and/or degree gives me an edge of some sort. By the way, that statement is not supposed to reflect what I think of the College as an institution. It's really more of how I rate myself as a "law student", whatever THAT is.

So here I go again, wandering about, trying not to step on anybody's toes, lest I lose one employment opportunity. The whole being nice to everybody thing is exhausting. I mean, I'm basically a nice person. I'm just not used to consciously forcing myself to be nice. I can be such a snob, see. I can do smalltalk, but I choose the people I associate with. Who ever said I had to be friends with everybody? I like people who are genuinely nice but are honest enough to show their evil side (e.g. Chi, Nico, Sands, et.al., my fellow interns (Haha! What a term!) Cara, Kaye and Jelo, etcetera etcetera), but I thorougly despise people who obviously have so much angst that they end up hating everybody.

Hah. And thus the plot thickens.

Minutes away from our next coffee break...

I will never complain that I'm bored at work. To myself, I mean. I don't have to abstain from complaining out loud about not being given enough work, as I have NEVER (Read: N-E-V-E-R) done that. Duh. That would be suicide pure and simple. Anyway, I got to the office a bit later than usual today. As it turns out, Ayala Ave.'s closed. Thus the horrendous traffic. It took us an hour and a half to get from Katipunan to Salcedo. Half of that we spent staring at the Volvo next to us on the Kalayaan to Buendia flyover. Can't all the firms just transfer to Eastwood? Wishful thinking. Anyhoo, Cara, Kaye, Jelo and I are traipsing over to the nearest Starbucks in a bit for a coffee break. We've been basking in our lethargy for the past three working days, but none of us are about to start complaining. When it rains, it pours. The first two weeks here, I was so swamped with work I ended up working through Saturday AND Sunday. All this sans a computer. Translation: EXPENSIVE. And I'm not even getting paid that much. Oh well. All my hard-earned wages from this second summer internship (which, incidentally, is not required =p) are going into suits. I planned everything out. One set = blazer, skirt, pants. I'm getting two sets made, one in khaki and one in gray. And white pants. =p My white pants suck. I either look like I have a wedgie (when I really do not) OR like my ass suddenly vanished into thin air. Anyway, I can't wait to get my scholarship money so I can go shoe-shopping. My feet are just about ready to die from wearing stilettos to work everyday. My flats aren't exactly meant for the corporate world. Hahaha!

Hmmm... I've been telling my fellow interns (Yauck, feeling! It's not half as grand as it sounds. =p) that I've been getting anxiety attacks (not the real thing ha.) due to the fact that I haven't done anything since that trademark application thing. Was my work not up to par, thus the hesitation to give me more work? Are they just waiting for me to get the hell out of here? Man. I worked my ass off naman the first couple of days, and I think I delivered naman. Well, except for that memo I did for B.A. (not his real name). Now that was one PIECE OF CRAP. Seriously. Oh, and I'm getting used to the three-letter initials. If and when I become a lawyer, I'll be called MGT. Sounds a lot more lawyerly than GYT. Well, at least I think so. Comment on this.

Anyhoo, we're off to Starbucks. We'll be back in, um, an hour? Hehe! Feed me!!! I'm hungry. AGAIN. My stomach is a bottomless bit, I swear to God.