The Emancipation of Jun-jun

It’s my 7th day here in CDO, where I’m in a Training Immersion for a Call Center. I really wanted to be here so when the company announced that our batch won’t be able to join the training immersion I was really fuming mad.

I was really depress then because I really wanted to join some of my friends who have already passed the training in Davao and have already joined the trip here.

Well the company have made up their minds and have included Batch 2 among those who will experience — a first-hand call center environment here in this city. However, the catch then was that only the Top 15 will make it! I got irritated with the decision still because I believe it is unfair for Batch 2 to be just cut to 15 while Batch 1 had nothing to do but passed the first and second phase of the training and join the immersion.

Okay so I made it to the Top 15, but I’m not really sure if I made the right decision in going here in the training. It was really really hard and the pressure is just so tough! I’m not really used to all this bullying and pushing and I’m used to be just so complacent and relaxed.

Now I have to wake up early, deal with irate callers, give the right solution to their problems and hope too that our team captains won’t be irritated with our stupidity and cluelessness.

I’m but just a clueless lad. I don’t really know why I’m here and what I’ve gotten my self into. Man! it’s already 8:30 PM and I have to sleep early and make it to the 2 AM graveyard shift.

I’m just so stressed out. But I’ll sure fight and try to dust off my trashes.

I know I’ll make it through. I hope.

Here’s the latest news: I’m now officially known as "Mr. Mean" and around 20 people want to strangle me or crush my bones to death.

Well the tag has something to do with my blabbing big mouth and my incessant penchant to diss and criticize very single individual around me. Some were shocked at first , some were a bit irritated but most had laughed it off, or so I thought.

The "Mr. Mean" image is more of a project I’ve conceived to create a connection to some new people that I just got acquainted with. It’s more of an unconventional way of saying "hi" to new friends and getting them all inside my world. The problem though, is that instead of friends, I have created tons of enemies in the long run.

I guess I just didn’t know when to stop or they are just too shallow to take me too seriously. Perhaps, they have a problem differentiating what’s a joke and what’s not. In this case, I played the devil’s advocate or the airhead to liven things up and tried toning down perhaps one of the most excruciating situation that we are into at this point.

The truth is the "Mr. Mean" imagery is not entirely me, although, I can be mean and really tactless, any other time. But being rude and nasty is just a little fraction of my whole being. In fact project mean is rooted from positive motivations: to create friends, boost my self confidence and kidd around. And no, not to offend and hurt other people’s feelings.

Well to those I’ve offended, my sincerest apologies!

To those who were offended at first, but have learned to accept that it was nothing but a joke—thank you and welcome, your finally with me!

To those who have been with me since day one, laughing out in every single dissing that has come out of my mouth—your all brilliant!

And to those who used to be with me and have eventually hated me for all this stuff—-I guess you need to check your brain cells, configure it, reinstall it, or ping it for all it’s worth. Dude! Reality bites! There are just other people who are meaner that some of us, and we just have to accept that!

Moral of the story: "Don’t be mean to people who are mean to other people"—for they’ll protest, believing that they’re the only ones authorized to do that!