In Between

my therapy every morning is good coffee.  for week 10, country style was the favorite. coffee with bagel masarap siya.  at mas mura pa!  Php40 lang recently, i decided to forego with overtime so i can get home early to have dinner with my family.  this proved to be a very good idea because it allowed me to bond with my parents (my sister apparently, rarely comes home for dinner) and save money at the same time.  as usual, i was pretty forgetful with the camera but i took  a shot of our meal last tuesday night: arroz ala cubana (tama ba spelling?) i couldn't remember much about what happened for week 10.  it was normal, like any other week where UAT System Testing is involved in an I.T. project:  hectic.  repeatedly testing on same functionalities.  revising test scripts.  answering questions.  answering emails.  logging incidents.  meetings over and over and over again you would want to scratch your...

i am actually writing this down.  can you believe it?  this is outrageous.  remember my blocked email?  i haven't tried again for fear of getting some kind of warning (i can't afford a red flag just yet) so i wasn't entirely sure if they block only emails with attachments or not.  by around thursday though, it was confirmed by a colleague that she can't send out emails to her personal mail either.  fucking ridiculous. i feel violated. i thought of typing this blog out in notepad, take a screenshot and send it out.  i mean, if they actually have a sniffer program or whatever that has text recognition on jpeg files, i will probably shit myself. but as mentioned, it was hard to tell whether they are just blocking out emails with attachments or they went completely anal about it.  so i had to let it go and write this the traditional way. so there you go. monday night, i received a call from my sister, telling me that she scored tickets to the ...