Ely called it "The Purge" and can be made into a movie. I thought that movie would end up to be a blockbuster. And now, a week and a few days after that event, here I am. Still jobless.
A night before "The Purge", my colleagues and I were out drinking. We were having a farewell party for a friend who had just resigned that day. We were even talking about backpay and everything else. We didn't know that something that great was going to happen the following day.
Early in the office, we started out usual morning habits in the office. At around 9am, we were told that we were supposed to go to this room because the bosses needed to talk to us. And that was when we were told that we had no jobs anymore. Okay. There.
That day, we decided that it would be best if we had a farewell party of some sort. See, because of how fast things happened, we never really properly said goodbye to friends and to all colleagues. Right then and there, we decided that we went to this beach resort - Manhattan Beach Resort in Sto. Domingo, Albay. Some of us stayed right until the afternoon just walking around the halls of the office.
At around 7 in the evening, several officemates and I trooped to the DPWH office near our city's airport. We watched a basketball game that some of our guy friends have joined. At around 9:30, we started our travel to Sto. Domingo and we arrived there at around 10 in the evening because we had to stop by convenience stores for supplies and at Jollibee for some food.
From that time until the morning, we have been drinking and singing and swimming. I was supposed to go to an interview the following morning but because I was still drunk, light-headed, and very sleepy, my friend told me that I better stay at home and rest. That interview could wait. So far, it has never pushed through yet. There are still opportunities I'm trying to grab.
Now that was June 19, the day of The Purge. However, quite a list of drinking sprees have risen after that event. Come Saturday, we were over at Olops' house and we were drinking. Again. We stayed up until morning and still shed some tears over what happened. Tuesday, after the game, we headed to The Chef's Haus for some beer after the guys won the basketball game. Thursday, we met up at Chilipeppers for more beer as our despedida for
Dex who was leaving the city already (he was one of our colleagues who was offered a job in Manila). Saturday, we were drinking again because it was Ryan's despedida (and he was leaving for Manila the following day).
There were also times when we would watch movies, just hang around, go for some coffee, eat out, go to our former office, and we even went to a town fiesta some 1 1/2 hours away.
But I am also happy to say that despite drinking too much, I have been able to accept the fact that we are all jobless now more. In fact, I have been finding a job (though I do know that job-hunting totally sucks). I have also been given a couple freelance projects and I am happy that money is rolling in for me (though not that much, but at least there is a little amount coming in). I do apologize though to those people who would like some writing jobs. I could offer you some if more come in. However, if not, I best keep these for myself because I also do need the moolah.
So that's what's been happening. Yo former colleagues! What's been up with you?
I am soon turning 25 and I feel like I have not accomplished anything significant yet. It's not that I would want to change the world or do something revolutionary. It's just that I feel like I haven't done anything that worthwhile yet. See, I may have been comparing myself to people my age who have done something great. And here I am, stuck at home, in front of a computer, and unemployed. Yep, that's the worst part. Unemployed. 
