When I first entered the RCBC Plaza last May, I was looking forward to finding new acquaintances, new friends and probably someone new to get intimately connected with. I wasn't a bit surprised to find myself the only guy in my team (considering Nix as an exception again) for our training, I thought it to be an advantage that I'll be having all the girls for myself.
The first person who caught my attention was Margaret. She was seated with Mabel by a round table at the center of the 19th floor pantry, looking apparently excited as I am. She really looked sleek and decent and with her long jet black hair, she has all the makings of a beauty queen.
I was more than delighted when she sat beside me at the training room. And from hour one, I tried to know many things about her as I possibly can, noting her every action while trying to figure out an impression. At first, she seemed very child-like and doesn't even seem to notice it. She throws out statements which makes my jaws drop and which makes her really different from a normal 18 year old girl. She is also extremely friendly, greeting almost every person who passes by her in the hallway and eventually gave a name to the computer she uses for work--'Joyce'. While Margaret is really fun and great to be with she seemed to lack the independence and depth I thought her to have. But later on she proved me wrong, she made me realize that first impressions are too superficial to be relied on and cliched as it is, she has proven that she is more than just a pretty face.
Back to the training room, two girls came barging in the room a couple of minutes after the training proper started. Frances and Joanne. Late in the first day of job?!! What?! I even barely slept because I was too anxious to come in late!!! and now they don't even seem to care?... I never knew a lady in her proper state of mind would come in late on the first day of her first job.
Given that, Joanne, who arrived in a sexy modern-corporate outfit, already gave me an impression. She is a girl who do as she pleases. Independent woman, as they say. On that first day, when everyone else is trying to find a connection with one another, I found an instant connection between me and Joanne- cigarettes. And during our pot sessions, I had the benefit of knowing her a little bit well. I found in her the maturity and experience that there are so many things we were able to talk about. I didn't get the feeling of thinking twice before saying anything because I felt that there was an instant chemistry between us.
As the days progressed, I found out some interesting (even shocking) things about these two ladies I've been observing. I learned some things that made me look at Margaret in a different light. I found out from Ross that Margaret is an orphan. And that explains why she was too happy when we got our first pay while I was on the other hand, infuriated (she used the money to pay for school) upon realizing how small it was. Her mother died of bone cancer a year ago and her father left when she was little. More to that, she is a nursing student (doing interns at the very same Ward, Surgery PGH, where I practically grew up), a student officer, an activist, a UP Maroon Pep squad member and on top of all that, she has a scholarship to keep.
With all these things filled up on me, I can't help but wonder how she manages to do all that. She became my instantaneous inspiration and knowing her struggles (considering the fact that she's a girl and only 18) made me feel ashamed of myself for constantly complaining about my life when she has more reasons to do that and yet she still always have that ready smile on her beautiful face for everyone.
Joanne on the other hand, with my regular schedule of taking her home, became much closer to me. I figured out that I made a mistake when I said she was independent. And as she corrected me, she isn't. While they are of the same age, she has the tendency of being dependent by choice, and Margaret is independent by chance. Almost every night after work, she would call or texty her Daddy that she's about to go home. Her maturity is still intact though, but it gets shielded by her playful behavior which makes her look more child-like in a cute sort of way than Margaret. She is the kind of girl I would usually go out with and I admit that for one moment, I thought of having that intimate connection with her but she seemed already better off with her boyfriend who is in ehem Japan. And of course, (Damn, I almost forgot) I'm still with Mench.
Now that Margaret is sitting beside me after Jeff moved to another workstation and after 'Joyce' got broken, I regret to say that for no apparent reason, we have lost that connection we once had back in our training. There seems to be an invisible barrier between us which makes me feel like we are as far from each other as we are from our clients. Almost all my attempts of a decent conversation with her ended with close ended answers (yes/no), and I don't know why (the smile is still there though). I only think she must be really taken by our work.
Joanne (top) and Margaret (bottom), equally gorgeous, equally stunning.