so i’m assigned to this female reporter for the summer, right? and i was given a cellphone number to contact her, and i did, and it was going all swimmingly until i called to confirm my schedule — AND THEN IT TURNED OUT I WAS CORRESPONDING ALL ALONG WITH A MALE REPORTER FOR PEOPLE’S FUCKING JOURNAL godfuckingdammit.
people’s journal is a completely different newspaper than the one i am working for. in fact, journal is actually a tabloid, okay, and i am supposedly working for a newspaper.
my last ‘phone conversation with the journal reporter was equal parts humiliating, terrifying and ridiculous.
shit. wtf, i don’t even know. i am torn between laughing, crying and/or flinging myself off the tallest building in up diliman, because what the sodomizing banana clusterfuck.
how the fuck this kind of thing happens to me is a mystery for the ages.
