Killed

1. By Aguinaldo Highway and EDSA's superbly heavy traffic.

Had a 9am interview at Ortigas. Left 'round 7 (fine, I live in Cavite so I should've went out earlier) and was met by rows and rows of vehicles. The result: I was 30 minutes late. The upside: other applicants came in later.

2. By the applicants' exam.

And I mean it when I say killed. It was just so damn long. First part was not really the exam proper; it was the information sheet where you put everything they would ask you in the FTF interview (which means I wouldn't be surprised if they ask me the same things that are in there.

Second part was a complete-the-phrase-with-the-first-thing-that-comes-to-your-mind "exam". Phrases like "I get upset when", and "My greatest mistake was", and "I feel depressed when", and "The future is". You get the idea.

Third part was a PR exam. As in writing a welcome letter to clients, coming up with a Christmas-offering press release, and lay-outing a poster.

Needless to say, my hands are killed. So is my brain.

3. By afternoon interviewer's rescheduling.

Because I was really looking forward to that interview. End of story.

4. By MRT-Shaw Blvd.'s 100 steps EACH for going up and coming down sides.

I hate walking lengths. And climbing heights. Come on, give my heart a break MRT people. Why won't your elevator work, for the world's sake?

5. By bus-lunch.

Because I was really hungry and yet as frustrated for having been rescheduled. I ate. Starch and fats. Boo.

And yes, I'm ranting.