SUNDAY SHIFT 2

I love my schedule.  Fridays and Thursdays are my rest days. That means I get to work on Saturdays and Sundays. Weekdays shifts are toxic because tons of calls are coming in.  We are handling business account and most offices in the states open and calling in about problems and problems and problems. That means Saturdays and Sundays are “petiks” (easy) shifts.  I only get about an average of 1 valid call in every hour. That’s so great.

On the contrary, that is so boring because we get to do nothing for more than an hour, except to wait for a call. We are not allowed to surf the internet. Facebook and other social networking sites are big NOs. Bringing a music player is also not allowed.  Anything that is not work related is a big NO NO and that makes it so boring.  

Well, to kill the boredom, started to write anything. I remembered I did tell myself before that I should be a great writer. That’s why I started this shitty blog.  Because of Sunday’s boredom, I was able to write a lot of things. Most of the writings in my blog are written during Sunday shift. But this time, I just thought of something different. Why not write poems?  

I wrote poems. I wrote random shit from my mind, trying to be an artist, acted like one. I started to mention the moon, the sky, the stars, nature, dreams and some sorts of things. I wrote things about pressure, sex, love, hate, insecurities, fame, weirdness, money, pain…  

Few days after, I read all the poems that I wrote and “WHAT THE HELL!” I felt disgusted to myself I told my self not to write poems again.  I laughed at them. I don’t think they’re bad (although they suck), I just felt corny and gay about it. I couldn’t imagine myself writing a poem, I still did, anyway.

On another Sunday shift, I was discreetly chatting, sending message to someone not from work out of boredom.  Then she replied, “tulog na po is ate”. I got a reply. It was not her. It was her sister. Then, we began chatting with each other. She began telling me about the songs she wrote and how it became mainstream in FM in Zamboanga city. She sent me the lyrics of the song. I was impressed by it. She even sent me the link of the songs so I can listen to it.  Although those are not the type of music  that I listen, I was amazed by her talent and guts to share what she wrote. It was great because it was all in Chavacano (a local dialect in Zamboanga). The content was not great but I was so artistic because it is in Chavacano.  It sounded like Spanish, making it so cool.

I was inspired by it. Then, I started to write poems in Chavacano on that Sunday shift.  Although they’re not that great, they sound artistic because of the dialect.  It gave me the guts to share them because only Zamboanguenos can understand them. (Although i still laugh at myself for this HAHAHAHA) My friends in manila won’t.

I find these funny but at least i got an achievment- to write a poem.