Prodigal
Thursday, May 04, 2006
I went back to Probe yesterday. Fortunately, the rest of my intern batch was still there, their stay having been extended for one more week. And since the new batch of interns started their work this week, my transition shouldn’t be too bad, though I know it won’t be the same. There are only three newbies—two very timid girls and one huge cross-dresser whose name switches between Allan and Lea depending on his/her mood. Allan/Lea is very easy to talk to, probably because I’m such a fucking fag hag, but the other two look way too petrified. I promise to be friendly!
Would unsolicited buko ice-drop breaks be as fun with a new set of people? Will any of them hold my hand and pat me on the back if and when I break down from all that transcribing? Could a huge cross-dresser fill the void my favorite pimply pervert internmate will leave behind? So many, many questions.
But apart from the newbies, things at the office are still the same. I’m still assigned the same transcription and research jobs. One of my producers still calls me Helper No. 1 because she can’t remember my name. I have yet to transfer a call without messing up. Cheche Lazaro still looks at me with great uncertainty. And that other producer who smells like baby throw-up still smells like baby throw-up. It’s good to know that some things have remained constant in my life.
posted by marguerite @ 2:23 AM
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