MJ's entry: That is so wrong!

May 15, 2006

I was scheduled for an interview with the OFWJC that fateful day of April 21st at 2:30 pm.

But before that, my features editor calle d me up and told me to attend the second story conference for the 12th issue of Varsi. I dressed up (what i thought was) my best.

1:30 na. Hindi pa din tapos ang story con. The EB and writers were still debating what story should be taken to consideration. i excused myself to go. Since hindi pa ako kumakain ng lunch, i invited Aji, a classmate and fellow Varsi staffer na magtake-out ng pagkain sa KFC UST Pay Parking para kainin ko sa fx papauntang OFJC sa Taft.

While waiting in line, i had a sudden attack of nausea. That was expected, it was red flag month, and that day was my first day. Dark spots started to hover in front of me. i wanted to lie on any horizontal surface and curl up like a fetus, hoping the pain would go away somehow. i swaggered towards the UST health service, nauseated to the point of passing out. The lady on the front desk quickly led me to a bed and told me to relax. She gave me a pill, 'to make you sleep for awhile', she said. i told her i can't take the pill, i just need to lie down for some time for the pain to go away, then i'm off to my ojt interview.

Oh no, she said. Take the pill or you won't be able to do anything for the next six hours. The pain will only get worse. She knew me for some time now; i was always a regular in the UST health service whenever i had a dysmennorhea. so i took the pill. Before going into sweet stupor, i instructed Aji, who was eating my lunch with great fervor, to text sir Jere and sir Dennis that i might not be able to make it.

i woke up still in pain, but thankfully subsided somewhat. Thinking i had only slept for an hour, i was shocked to find the clock above the wall showed i had slept for 3 hours straight. i quickly texted sir Jere and Sir Dennis about what happened. Pakshet, was i dead or what. it was really important for me to get this ojt. i had told my dad about it before i e-mailed sir Dennis, and he was excited about it. i didn't want to disappoin him. Make me proud, Joy.

To keep the long story short (and the fact that i need wrap this up because a writer here in the office needs to use the PC), iwas able to make it. It was four hours later, but at least i made it. i took a short exam (which sucked, BTW. i had a mild case of writer's block), and was interviewed by the editors of OFWJC. I passed and got my first assignment.

i went home, filled up a water bag with hot water, curled up on my bed, and went to sleep.