My Life… My Thoughts

Now I am a certified Food Protection Manager. I took the test last month with 2 of my officemates and passed.  The test was just a tad more difficult than the GMP tests we used to give to production workers in my previous company.  I’m saying that the test was easy…. not because I am a food technologist, but mainly because the examiner was very lenient.

But anyway, as I was doing my usual SSOP routine this morning, I saw one of the employees drop a pizza shell on the floor and tried to put it back in stock.  I immediately rushed to him and told him that products who have been subjected to such condition should automatically be thrown away.  The warehouse supervisor saw this and he disagreed saying that we would be short 1 more item.  Besides, according to him, I am wasting the ingredients used to make that product.  But heck, food safety cannot be compromised!  I vehemently opposed this and so we had a little argument.  I ended up throwing the "contaminated" shell and he couldn’t do anything because it was already in my hands.  So this is what being a food protection person meant.  Everyone is going to hate you. Though I am not an alien to such situation, it is still distressing to note how people can be so careless in handling food.  Since this is the career I chose, I should be able to withstand all the negative things that come with it.

huh. I can only sigh.

I had a "meltdown" last week.  I was dealing with an abominable character at work and for some reason, all my frustrations brought me into tears.  That, after I had a shouting bout with this person.  I always resort to this kind of behavior whenever I am frustrated or angry.  Does that make me a drama queen?  Ha!

My boss, who was on vacation when the incident happened resolved the incident yesterday.  He knows that the character I dealt with is the way he is and he advised me to understand him and try as much as I can to make things work.  He even coaxed me into joining a seminar which can possibly help me deal with the stresses of work.

At first I was skeptical. But guess what?  I’m going.  Who knows, it might stop the tears from falling whenever I am faced with a difficult situation. 

Wait, I just had a realization.  Maybe this is what the eyebags are for, and if I don’t cry too much, they will shrink in due time.  Yeah, I know it’s a stupid realization.  I’m bored and just messing around.

P.S.  I was aiming for a dramatic effect on this photo, but ended up getting cross-eyed.

Holy cow!  Is this a sign of old age?  As I was trying to capture a self-portrait, I couldn’t help but notice my all-too-visible eyebags.  If I had stayed up all night or lost some sleep, I could’ve put it to rest.  But no, I was fully rested.  Why the hell are my eyebags still showing up?  A couple of days back, I got this eye mask and put it on before going to bed.  But still, it didn’t help.  My eyebags are still as prominent as ever.  Now I know why people are terrified of growing old. 

I know I have a lot of imperfections.   But if I had to go under the knife, my eyebags would be the first thing I’d go for.  It has become an eye sore.