a job and another job

well, i only have one job at the moment. i'm torn between maintaining this job and getting a second job; and leaving this current job in search for a lush pasture.

i got this job to build up capital. alas, the compensation is sooo minimal it were as if we employees are only meant to be comfortable at being employees.

okay, here are the pros:

• i have the best bosses ever! i love them to bits. i'd eat the pizza they're munching on and i'd listen to every videoke song they'd sing. they're the most humane bosses ever.
• my officemates are human beings. they show no signs of prior evil-hood , i.e. sawed-off horns, calouses caused by holding a trident, and no post-surgery scar by or near their rectum (where their tails should have been. plus, i heard, even Belo can't remedy this. now here's a challenge for you, vicky).
• the office is a few farts away--
• the office is one fart away from booksale, 3 nationa; bookstore outlets (makati ave., glorietta and power plant mall), 1 fully booked branch, and 1 power books outlet. i know, it's heaven.
• it's in the central business district of the country

what more should i ask for?

MONEY!

the cons:

• i need a start-up capital
• i need money to support my family and my basic needs and luxuries
• i need money for books, a cat, my own car, house, coffee and tea tambayan for bookworms and ethusiasts, hacienda, farm, rest house, beach house, mediterranean and caribbean cruises, money to fund my world peace project and nat geo's save the whales foundation thingy and bantay bata 163
• i have to have money to be generous, and generosity is  supposedly  my key virtue
• i want financial freedom now!

heck, i want freedom now. let financial freedom ring! rrrrring! rrrrring!

encouraged

a new venue, a new avenue for cynicism, a new set of friends are a roborant of that zeal to keep on moving forward.

life's a- rollin'

today, like my other momentous days, is the beginning of the rest of my life.  it was the first day on the job which i didn't exactly want. thanks to the network my family had woven, i had easy access to things i barely thought of accessing.

so for nine hours today, i was in one of those floors in the swingin' part of the metropolis. i pretty much know how my attitude towards this endeavour would be like, but i tried to convince myself (for at least 3 hours) of the money i would be getting out of this.

it's not much, but it sure will pay the books i've been drooling over.

and so today, too, i tried giving oomph! to an utterly drab google wave account i have. i added one relative at a time. baby steps.

computing the TNT dream

with my TNT (torta ni toyay) dreams on-hold, i went back to reading. my reading list has not changed: it still is night by elie wiesel, another book by anna maxted (behaving like adults), and 100 pages before i finally finish arnold bennett's the old wives' tale.

i just thought i was to profit from my TNT venture. aunt nineth gave me php500 for the ingredients. with 2 new pastry brushes and the rest of the ingredients, i spent php470 and was able to make 30 pcs of torta and 30 pcs of puto cheese. the cost of each torta and puto cheese was only 7 pesos, and i would have been able to sell the torta and puto cheese for 15 pesos a piece. i would have gained a fortune!

oh, but the torta did not rise well and the puto cheese was too heavy. whatever went wrong? my guess is that i have not fluffed the batter well and that i have baked it for a long time.

when the torte's a-crumblin'

it's been a happy month since no martinet has had me by the gut yet. menaing, i freed myself from law school (my former martinet) and i have yet to have an employer to have a new martinet breathing on my neck.

aah..! the tast of freedom is but bittersweet. so here i am, in my room doing almost anything imaginable: playing the violin, reading arnold bennet and anna maxted, blogging and chatting with friends and relatives. then i went into a binge of lazyness. well, i thought that my last venture would grant me the privilege of lethargy and wealth. alas, a there was a fluke in an otherwise perfect recipe.

there really is a recipe. cousin bianca sent me grandma's famous TORTA NI TOYAY (TNT).
it should have been sweet and should have tasted like muffin. i hitched all my dreams of wealth in that recipe. but as fate would have it, i ended up having 30 crummy brown tortes and 30 of its white version. they were sweet, yes, but htey were a far outcry from the TNT i intended it to be. so there goes my dream of becoming a bread mogul.

torta ni toyay

this, i think, is my calling. this, i think is heaven's cue.

i will sell TORTA NI TOYAY.

i am the torta messiah. i shall guard lola toyay's secret recipe.

since the ninth day- reading completes ____

have been preoccupied with books. they had nothing to do with entrepreneurship nor with management. they, however, offered escape from the rat race, which i am not really a part of. paradox. there is no need to escape the rat race, because in the first place, the rat race has nor hunted me down yet.

these are the new additions to my library:

* deconstructing the left (from vietnam to clinton) by collier and horowitz
* ann the word by richard francis
* night by elie wiesel
* the old wive's tale by arnold bennett

over the weekend, i have read:
* kafka on the shore by haruki murakami
* mr. phillips by john lancaster
* getting over it by anna maxted

how these will help me in building my commercial empire, i have yet to discover.