Last time around, I ended my post with a somewhat personal and nearly violent rant. I mentioned this before; I like ranting. With this in mind, I figured out a way to really get me in the mood to write blog posts that don't get ruined by sudden flashes of anger. Every week, Ill start off by taking about things that I hate. It sounded like a fun idea in my head, so let's put that theory to the test.
You know one thing that annoys the living hell out of me? Fake geeks. See, back in the day, my fellow geeks and I had to go through a hard time being tormented by our peers because we like certain things that were not considered the "in" thing. And now, people think they can just put on fake glasses and get in line to watch the Avengers, play a couple of video games, watch a little Game of Thrones and that earns them the write to call themselves geeks? Uh uh. No way. No sir. It's cool that you like those things, because there's no reason not to, but label yourself a geek once you've walked a mile in our DnD playing-comic book quoting-Hobbit feet. We'll still be celebrating the glory that is MODOK long after the trend has passed and you no longer think the guys from The Big Bang Theory are cool. I mean really, we didn't pretend to be good at playing ball or getting girls back in high school, don't try to pretend that you couldn't get laid now.
Oh, and by the way, Farmville isn't an MMORPG.
That… felt good. Now, on with the updates.
The Job Hunt Concludes with a Day in the City.
My long quest to find a job that provided a higher level of security and benefits has ended, resulting in… me staying at the Think Tank.
My decision to stay bloomed during my last job interview. It was the job opportunity I missed due to some not-quite-divine intervention. It was for a web content writing position. It promised all the benefits I said I needed. the pay was good. It was not only in Makati, but it was in a very specific spot in Makati that carried a lot of memories.(I think I mentioned this.) They called me in for a test, and then I had the interview after I passed said test, and I was pretty much informed that I was going to get hired. The catch: it was either that supposedly ideal job or the thankless, comedy writer gig.
Guess what I chose.
I took a long walk around Ayala Ave; had an enjoyable lunch with the Friendly Almost Neighbor and she dazzled me with tales of the Evil Empire; saw a movie with the Human Torch in the cinema in which I've had the most memories with, and I had a chance to think back of all the years I've spent around that area. From the highs (freshman year, 1998 and the years where the Big Grill was home) to the lows (working as a part time phone monkey while being drunk every morning of 2009 and working in the the Evil Empire a couple of years after that) to the pleasant mehs (smoking with the Angels, cigars with Jo F'n Regis, etc.), I realized that those days are over, and what I have now, while not as secure as I want it to be, it is mostly how I want things to be: a regular job with mostly good people that allows me to pay the bills and still do my comedy. And while everything seems different, I am, essentially, me, and I've always been pretty good at moving on and pretty bad at being secure. Freelancer at heart, you see. I'm sure future-me can deal with whatever's coming.
An Important Conversation.
The product of my previous posts' outburst resulted in a face to face with a friend of mine with whom I was at odds. His response was timely, and we ironed things out. Before I posted the blog, I've had some people attempt to talk me out of such a confrontation, but I'm a firm believer that there are some things that are worth the potentially damaging face to face, then by all means, risk it. The pay off may well be better than one can comprehend. And if the outcome is negative, then there would not be any doubts or regret, or even unanswered questions. Fortunately, the meeting yielded positive results. Important questions were answered, things that needed to be said were said in no uncertain terms.
Without dwelling so much on the details of our conversation, everything was ironed out and I was glad that I did things my way. If I had heeded the advice of people who made it their way of life to avoid confrontation because it's easy, then I think, my friendship with the said person wouldn't have been somewhat saved. That has always been my way. If I had a problem with someone, I talk about it. I fight sometimes, and not because I'm a fan of confrontations, but because I'm a fan of fixing problems. I've encountered several people who don't seem to grasp this.
For now, I'm just glad things are seemingly over, and there's at least a temporary air of honesty all around.
A Spree Like Before.
The weekend came, and unlike the previous few weekends of June, I didn't drink with The Tapa King and The Critic. Not really. It was me and the Big Man, and the aforementioned King showed up a few hours later. There was beer, and for the first time in the longest time, there was singing. There was a guy named Aldrin with us (he's been hanging out with us for a few times before) and he was drunk and nonsensical by the night's end. Back to the basic ingredients: loud music, lots of beer, and a drunk guy babbling nonsense. I'd like to think that my weekends are finally back.
The Return To The Think Tank.
After my relentless search for new employment, as well as adjusting to life as a TV scriptwriter, I made my underwhelming return to regularly working at the Think Tank. Apparently, I just needed some time away. The last week wherein I've been showing up to work with some level of frequency reminded me of how happy I was the first few months of working in Alabang once more. The slow, almost non-eventful days and the delightfully mundane conversations with the people in the office was something I missed. Even the repetitive nature of my job is an amazing contrast to the rowdy weekends and the stressful comedy work, as well as a perfect complement to my rather peaceful personal life.
Yes, I'm back, and from all indications, I might be here for good.
The job hunt and its results, the confrontation, the newly found bond between me and some of my boys and writing for TV has given me a fresh perspective on the old and the new. With that in mind, my goals, both professional and personal, have become much, much more clearer. I'm ready to take another shot at Hong Kong, at making the comedy thing permanent, at hanging out with the same people in my life now for as long as possible, and at doing it all in my own trademark manner. Don't even think about stopping me.
"The wolf is hungryHe runs the show
He's licking his lips
He's ready to win
On the hunt tonight
For love at first sting
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane" - The Scorpions, "Rock You Like a Hurricane"