I’m sure you’ve read about the girl who found a caterpillar in her kang-kong dish at Chic-Boy Timog. It’s already gone viral on Facebook, prompting Chic-Boy to issue a statement that this is the handiwork of their desperate competitors, and that they are going to file a libel case against the author. You can read about the brouhaha here.

I know the girl involved. Sigrid is a friend and is someone I respect as an artist and as a person. The caterpillar issue is not fake, nor is it a smear campaign, sabotage, or demolition job by its competitors as what Chic-Boy is saying. This is a real customer experience.

Chic-Boy underestimated the power of a sincere apology. They could just have apologized and acknowledged their mistake. They could have taken this as an opportunity to review and improve their food handling procedures. Their reaction was just plain defensive.

I used to be a big fan of Chic-Boy, especially the Jupiter branch, my friends and family can attest to this. But until all this turns out well for Sigrid, no more Chic-Boy for me.

Sigh.

It’s just the first day of the week and I’m already pooped. Today wasn’t a very good day for me at the office. Too much work, too little time. I already did overtime, but I didn’t finish what I had to do, which means I’ll have to come in at least an hour earlier tomorrow.

I sure could use  some Backwoods cigars and a nice ice-cold bottle of San Mig Light right now (but I’ll settle for what I have: Marlboro menthols and cranberry juice).

I hope the next three days will just fly by. I’m on leave on Friday for my little brother’s birthday, I’ll just look forward to that.

It’s not that my work is difficult or demanding or stressful. I guess I’m just a bit burned out that at this very point the last thing I want to do is work.

I think everyone has moments like these, no matter how much one loves his or her job. Even Abet, who’s doing what he has always wanted to do, loves what he’s doing, and is very good at what he does, has his rare moments when he has to drag himself to face his next student to teach classical guitar.

I just spent more number of minutes than allowed staring blankly at my computer screen, letting all thoughts of fuel cards and gasoline stations and diesel fly out of my mind. I’m “proud to be kabibe” on most days; this is not one of those days. I just want to surf the net to read about kwashiorkor, or magnetospheres, or term life insurance, or reviews of MAC’s A Tartan Tale makeup collection. . . anything but work.

I guess it also didn’t help at all that my dad didn’t go to work today. I ride with him to work on Wednesdays, but today he stayed home while I had to drag my big fat lonely ass to Makati.

I’m doing yoga tomorrow morning, I hope my body produces enough endorphins to get me revved up to work, I don’t think I’ll be very productive today.

I have four pimples on my face right now. Four! They’re barely noticeable, but I know they’re there. And I’m supposed to be Dea the Zit-Free. It’s so annoying. What’s even more annoying is that my siblings finished up the bottle of Mario Badescu Drying Lotion and I can’t afford to buy one right now (it costs around P1k).

I’m not vain (honest!), but pimples are my waterloo. I can’t stand them on my face, and I get all worked up whenever I get one. Now that I have four, I’m practically freaking out. Self-esteem issues, tsk.

I’m reminding myself that it’s not too bad, that right now I don’t have a need for any acne cream yet (thank goodness). But my brother’s wedding is 2 weeks away, and my face needs to look okay by then. Skin, please clear up soonest!

The number of spam comments I get on this blog is just ridiculous.

According to my blog statistics, since I started this blog in March, I have marked 1284 out of the 2044 comments I have received as spam. Some of the messages I get have direct links on the body, such as those for rv insurance quotes or penis enlargement methods or laundromat equipment, but the annoying ones are those canned, generic replies such as this:

“This article was recommended to me by a friend. I have to say, glancing at this was of value. I will tell more friends about it as well.”

Or this:

“Once I started reading this post I couldn’t stop until I was finished, though it wasn’t precisely what I have been looking for, was a nice read though.”

It annoys me because I can’t tell right away if it’s a legit comment or not unless I’ve read the entire message, and by then I’ve wasted a few seconds of my time. And I get a teeny bit disappointed when I realize that it’s not a real comment, hehe.

I really need to figure out how to put in a Captcha field in my comments section, I want to keep the spammers at bay.

The week isn’t going too well for me, to put it mildly. My computer has been down for the last two days rendering me practically useless at the office, and now the work has piled up. I don’t know if the next two days are enough for me to finish what I need to accomplish for the week. Despite my systems not working right now, I am so stressed and haggard, probably from thinking about all the work that I should be doing right now that I’m not able to do. I’m afraid I might have to look into pronexin reviews by the weekend because all these will probably take a toll on my skin, but one thing’s for sure: there will be hot, gooey cheese pizza for me come Friday!

I’m going to stop whining now and take a cue from Abet. He juggles three teaching jobs, graduate school, guitar practice, a big yellow Lab, and a whiny girlfriend, but he doesn’t ever complain.

I’ll just think about that cheese pizza instead.