I'm Confused I Might As Well Clean

Awhile back, I wrote this post about cleaning -or not cleaning. It's a sponsored post I did for SS. Now my concern is looking in my the opps, I am surprised why I still have the reservation for a similar opportunity. **Update: the full reprint of the post was disapproved by Customer Love.

True, if my son Matt is not very allergic and if I am not OC (about cleaning) in nature, I would have gladly ignored and kept the dirt and earth that will gather in our furniture, on the floor intact.

But I am so OC and my son is very allergic, so that makes me a cleaning freak. I like to vacuum and clean like there’s no tomorrow –that’s what my idea – and the only way I know-- of keeping my peace of mind. I vacuum, I mop, I wipe – frequently. And which also means I run a high bill on electric consumption.

But wouldn’t it be great if I am able to cut down the bills?

Here comes the Dirt Devil AccuCharge™ to the rescue.

We do not have it here but its features are superbly favorable. The AccuCharge Stick Vac and Hand Vac use 70% less electricity and charge fast thus, making them the first cordless cleaning technology to earn the Energy Star approval.

Unbelievably Me

I cannot believe I was able to do it. I wouldn't really though I could. But this afternoon, I was watching BONES while eating snacks.

If you're familiar with the series, I'm sure you'd understand my disbelief. Cadavers (or bodies in the advanced stage of decomposition, to put it bluntly) and food just doesn't sound like a good match.

What Happened?

I logged in to my PPP account this morning and look what greeted me at this early hour.

Zeroes! Or is it is spelled as zeros? Whatever happened to PPP system this morning? I'm not so concerned with the Have Been Paid but I couldn't say that about the Will Be Paid. E-te-thank you nlang ba 'to? Knowing me, you can just imagine the chill that crept into my veins. I panicked and automatically clicked My Posts.

Boy, I'm just relieved everything's still there. I can deal with the incorrect stats later but I cannot imagine if everything and all of my unpaid posts disappeared through thin air, too.

Me = Fuzzy @ The Moment

You do not want to read this. If you’re looking for a sunshine-y post, there’s just none at the moment. Sorry.

Right at this minute, I am toying with the idea of packing my things in my bag and leaving the office. It’s 2:47AM here but so what. I.want.to.go.home. Badly.

My head is spinning. I’m not just feeling well –physically, emotionally and mentally- now. And maybe psychologically, too. ;D

I would like to blame that on the antibiotics I had taken earlier today (and you know how I hate medicines let alone antibiotics). Or to the task I have at hand; I am actually chest-deep with work it’s driving me nuts. Or all of the above.

And where is my shift partner? He is nowhere in sight. Should I activate all our alarm panels and pretend I, in my sleep-deprived and clumsy state accidentally triggered the alarms ? I could use some extra pair of hands -or brain right now. Did I do something wrong, for him to leave me without prior notice. Or did aliens from Mars land in the office while I was unaware and abducted him? I’m…I’m…Irritated (with people from Mars? ;D)– but that could be an understatement.

Why, oh why am I working now? I shouldn’t have come to work.

Should I leave now? Yes? No? I have a hundred and one plausible explanations. And I could come up with more.

Seriously, I am pushing the idea back at the farthest corner of my mind but it just keeps on popping back. It’s a very tempting prospect at this instant, that’s why I’m trying to rationalize things chill and weigh my actions –yes, by blogging. Hah!

The scorecard of the Trooper Me Vs. Tired/Fed-up Me battle says 1 in favor of Tired Me. Didn't I just tell you that for the past 24 hours or more, I only had two hours of sleep. I really am not too happy working graveyard shift - and there are researches that say those working at night have high risk of getting cancer. Tsk... But oh, God I'm not making any sense (but when did I ever?). Forgive me. I'm not even sure if I've constructed my sentences correctly now. How many words did I misspelled.

But tell me all about it tomorrow because my five minutes is up and I have to scoot and decide. Or should I say, decide to scoot?

B

Fire, No Fire

I was typing (a post :D) in the office while England Dan was serenading me when my officemate peeked in the office and said, "Did you see the fire?"

Fire?!? With my heart beating like hooves of galloping horses, I jumped off my seat and head for the front door.

A small crowd of curious onlookers was already gathering down the street, just outside the gate. And I spotted a TV station news crew, possibly from the TV network sitting beside our building, already capturing a video.

Then there it was, near the transformers on one of the electric post right at the corner of our fence. It was just a small fire, but one which could spread easily to the fiber optic cables installed up there and to God-knows-where. It was slowly eating the rubber insulations of some cables.

It's controlled now, thanks to the guards and the thing called Halotron but I'm still a little jarred and finding it hard to breathe. Guess, I need to chill out, maybe listen to Gregorian music and munch comfort food, so off I go now.

Oh pretty pleeeaaaase

Can anyone get me a shirt that says


Last night, my brother (and yes that's the lieutenant who's going to get married this Saturday) bluntly asked me, Da, buntis ka? (Are you pregnant?)

Ouch! That sounded like a bomb.

And that also reminded me of something I stumbled into a few days ago.

No, don't get me wrong. I'm not really against the thought of getting pregnant but to be mistaken as one when I'm absolutely not is... not much of a pleasant music to my mousey ears. But then, the truth - almost always -is very much like that. Aaaargh!

Anyway, as I was writing this, I was thinking, so how about working on the second child. Maybe I really should start planning on that. Now, folks, there's no need to get too excited as I only said to start planning. Grin, grin.

I bought one Fisher-Price toy

When the news about Fisher-Price recalling some Made In China toys hit the airwaves, I was alarmed because I did purchase one toy for my son last month. And one which he instantly fell inlove with.


I am really panic-stricken. I've always been cautious in choosing Matt's toys because I am aware about the possible hazards of paints, which some toys are decorated with.


I've seen the complete list of recalled toys already. Actually, I've read through it over and over again (and was holding my breath all the while).


I know I should be able to relax now, but I am still anxious and worried though already breathing normally. Can't take chances, so I guess his Doctor Giggles will no longer see the light of the day tomorrow and onwards. That's the only way I know of dispelling this unease.

Preps

Been so busy lately. Ah, My son's birthday is coming real soon! Drafting invitation. Planning the contents of the loot bags. Cakes, balloons. Hotel reservation. Deciding on the entree and main course. And the likes! Arrghh!

First-day-of-the-month high

AM:

After grabbing a pair of jeans, shirt and some toiletries, I was off to work @ 530AM. I am expected to be in the office @ 6AM today. Morning shit, err , shift, we call it. Unfortunately my login time reads LATE. Fortunately – I tried to console myself, I am just 6 or 7 mins late.

My hubby left a message in my phone which, in my hurry, I wasn’t able to read. He is expected to arrive today from Cebu and he is asking me if I can come in a little later in the morning or perhaps take a leave. Too late, I’m already in the office—trying hard to get rid of zzzzz thoughts.

Five days. Five glorious days when I can have an extra pair of hands to help me tend Matt. Who knows, maybe I’d get enough hours for myself –to visit a salon or watch movies. Heavens, I’m already dreaming!

PM:

I am off to meet my hubby somewhere. A rendezvous! Nah, you’re wrong, it’s not that. It’s my mother-in-law’s 57th birthday today and we’re heading to my hubby’s folks’ place.

Rewind2

Diploma
Funny how I panicked over a piece of paper that I suspected to be lost. You read it right, Just a piece of paper. My college diploma.
Because I couldn't find it in my personal folders at home and in the office, I began to panic. It's so amazing how the 5 years of blood, sweat and tears I spent in college could be rolled in one tangible thing- a piece of paper that can easily be misplaced (worst, reduced to ashes in few seconds when burned).
I could compromise an opportunity of working abroad just because I couldn't provide my college diploma! And what if I'd lose my job now, I'd run the risk of being jobless forever because there's no diploma to corroborate my claim of having graduated a course. What happens to us then.
Haunted with these thoughts, I was so frightened that I might have lost it somehow. So today, I risked being late for work and used the few minutes I could spare in the morning (before going to work) looking for it. It was a hurried and desperate hunt..I opened all possible folders I could set my hands on (at home) , panic slowly turning to frustration every minute that passed without catching a glimpse of it.
But after what seemed like eternity, I'm glad I found it. Stacked along with my old documents, there my diploma lay -- still crisp but already worn in the edges; the acidic paper has slowly turned to yellow with time.
But then what if I haven't found it? I'd lose all my dreams ..and my dreams for my family, for my darling Matt..down the drain just because of losing a piece of paper.