I’ve been working since march and I’m really happy for everything that’s happening. At first, I thought i wouldn’t last at this business but after today, i’m starting to like what i’m doing. Last night, my boss called me up saying he needs a driver for a meeting. I slept early and woke up exactly 4:00am cause we’ll be leaving at 5:00am. The meeting will start at exactly 8:00am, as you can see, my boss is really punctual, a real late asskiller but that’s the way he does business. I’m not punctual but i’m finding a way to solve it or else.
As we were driving along EDSA, he was really really quiet, knowing my boss as a jolly kind of person that always cracks jokes and assures that you’ll never have a dull moment when you’re with him, is really unusual. I thought he was having mood swings so I tried to lighten up his day with stories and jokes I had back in highschool, I told him even the nastiest moments i had last semester. After smiling a bit, nothing changed. I didn’t gave up. I know Good coffee makes his mood better, so I went to his favorite “unusual coffee” shop and bought his favorite. He smiled a bit and became cranky again. I asked him if he wasn’t feeling good, so i can go to the drugstore and buy him his meds, but he said no, and that he was fine. Still….no signs or traces of happiness in his face, so I decided to give him some time alone. When we were approaching Taguig, he called me, atentively i answered and asked why. He handed me a folder, and asked me to read and interpret every detail to him after i park the car. I did what he said and after I finished, it’s about time to go upstairs and help him with the papers. When we reached the Boardroom, he sat on the right side of the long table. I followed him and gave all the documents and samples, I was puzzled when he asked me why i’m handing it all to him.
"sir you’re going to present today right? Anlaki po siguro ng problem mo kaya nakalimutan mo. Don’t worry sir, I’ll be right here to cheer you silently. haha. And right after you finish and bagged the deal, i’ll be the one whose going to treat you anywhere you wanma eat just promise me you’ll do good and wow everybody." I said.
"i’m not sad jieanne, i don’t have a problem either. The only person who needs luck today is you…cause I decided to give you the presentation today. Here’s the folder, and repeat everything you said to me when we’re at the parking lot." He answered.
I’m shocked and don’t know what to say. I told myself that I’ve bagged a deal before, and i think i can do it again, but right after the chairman handed me his folder, my jaws dropped, my eyes got really bigger, i got really shocked when I saw a “12” on the bottom of the paper, I closed my eyes for a few seconds cause i thought my vision is still a bit hazy that morning but when I opened my eyes, “12” is still on the bottom of that piece of PAPER. My heart throbbed and I felt my whole body got plunged in deep sheets of ice when I knew how much is under the presentation that’s going to happen that morning. I bagged a hundred but the deal today was millions bigger than my first. I was so nervous I wanna punch my boss but drank 1 whole glass of water and gave him the “I can’t do this” kinda look instead. I walked slowly towards him.
"sir, is this really a 12?" I asked.
"yes" he answered and smiled.
"sir, i’m really flattered by the trust that your giving me…but why in the hell are you giving this to me sir?! Why are you doing this to me. I ONLY STARTED A MONTH AGO AND THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH, I’m not sure if I can do this, i’ll be wasting millions. It’s really, REALLY BIG. And besides, look at what i’m wearing…maong shorts and a white sando, with really messy bunned hair, Sir. It’s not formal and normal!!" I said.
He answered, “you’re different, ok? Don’t ask me why or how. Pinagdala kita ng jeans para magpalit ka. Ok lang yang buhok mo, you look perfect. Di naman pageant tong pinuntahan mo, di sila concerned sa itsura mo, concerned sila sa product mo. Everyone’s waiting…I know you can do it, I’m not gonna give this to you if you can’t.”
After i changed, I entered the boardroom and faced everyone with a lipbite (that’s what I do when i’m nervous) and a smile. Everyone at the telecom company seems to be so damn serious (businessman and women doing business kinda look) that added up to the tension that I was feeling. I started to talk and handed everyone the necessary documents. My hands are wet with cold sweat whilst pressing the button moving to the following slides, and finally….ended it. I was taking questions when i saw my boss look down. After the presentation, I was asked to go out of the boardroom and come back in a few minutes. As soon as the door closed, I sarted to cry. I was really really worried about how much the presentation has caused my boss. When i was asked to go back inside, i can’t look directly at him but i was sure he was looking at me. A few moments later, my heart jumped outside the window when the director said
"Ms. Borcelis, congratulations, we’ll get 17000 units from you. We’ll send the specifications tomorrow. Thank you."
After everyone went out the boardroom, i gave my boss the tightest hug i could give and can’t control my tears from falling down. He was quiet and simply said
"I told you you can do it. Oh tama na iyak wala tayo sa burol ok? haha, oh ililibre mo ko di ba, dun tayo sa favorite kong coffee shop. Wait, since ikaw naman nagpresent, milktea nalang. Ayoko kumain, diet ang papa mo, thank you Jieanne."
Yes, I became an experiment of my boss today. Though I only have a small percentage on that money, i’m really really happy. :)) My confidence is coming back to me and i’m starting to believe in myself again, things that money can’t buy including happiness and self contentment. :) Thank you po Papa God for all the blessings….for everything.
You were told to love her with mouthfuls of sweets, fingers laced around the strings drawn from bouquets, and a couple of other gentlemanly gestures. They would tell you, “A girl wants to be treated like a princess. Give her things.” And you’d suddenly be urged to buy her boxes of jewelry and materialistic memorabilias. You would have your promises glued to handwritten love notes, your kisses stapled onto rose petals, and every little cutesy detail squeezed in between.
But not every girl demands for a happy ending centered on being a Cinderella cop-out. Not every girl wishes for chocolates aligned inside heart boxes or a flash of movie tickets to call for a first date. Not every girl puts herself into a promising position only to want to be swept away by gestures straight out of a predictable chick-flick.
To woo a girl, it’s good to treat her like a princess. But treat her like a princess through knowing how to be kind to her. Treat her like your first car — with gentle hands and worrisome urges. Treat her like you would a good memory — cherish her. Treat her like a bad habit, while knowing when to draw the fucking line. Press your lips onto the curve of her collarbone, whisper promises of an infamous forever, but don’t kiss her too deep to leave a mark. Don’t take “no” for a whispered “yes” trailing behind moments of decided hesitation. Treat her beautifully. Understand her. Listen to her. Call her out when she screws up, but respect her all the same.
But most importantly, treat her like an equal. You don’t have to give her polished diamonds or written poetry to win her over. You don’t have to sugarcoat realities to have the right to hold her hand. See her for who she is, and respect the unfounded reality of what that would come to be.
She’s human, with practical emotions. You shouldn’t lather her with pretty objects and half-meant promises just because you think it’s the way to go.
NEW noise canceling headphones that are so good at blocking out sound that they even prevent you from listening to your own music, forcing you to bask in the whispers of the forgotten gods until you begin to hear your own brain falling apart as it descends into madness
“I am not a bus stop; I am not a space for you to fill until better comes along. I am your 2 AM conversations under starry skies. I am the sheets that will still be wrapped around you in the morning. I am sex in the shower and your candlelit dinner. I am your emergency contact, the hairs you find in the car. I am your Sunday drive and your Wednesday lunch. I am mismatched socks and late night tears. I am the ring around your finger, the ring for your keys. I may not be your first kiss, but I intend to be your last. Do not kiss me if your intentions are not the same.”—notes to future lovers, kent w. (via written-next-to-midnight)