My Saturday was unusually busy. I started the day early to drive up to Diliman for my grad school interview. I thought I’d be the first amongst 57 listed but I managed to get the Number 6 slot considering I arrived at the venue an hour earlier. 

Good thing I had my trusty Ipod Touch to keep me company. It was warm that day, had to step out of the venue and search for something cool to drink. The only place nearby were street hawkers with their mini “caravans” (dunno how you call their stalls on wheels) and got myself the “un-cola”. No Coke products were sold. Sheesh.

I proceeded to Room 101 and was asked to fill out a list and indicated the slip with my number. Waited for just a bit when the admin person started calling the first 3 to go to Room 105. After about 15 minutes, my name was called to go to 105. I was getting tense this time. I haven’t undergone any interview for the past 18 years, job or otherwise. In my line of work, I am always the interviewer, never the interviewee. 

It was around 9:25 am when I was called to proceed to one of the smaller rooms in 105. My God! It’s going to be a panel interview! I was sweating from tension (and I think from the aircon unit on FAN mode. (duh! summer on fan mode?)

I was pretty confident answering the questions from the panelists (all finance professors, 2 males and 1 female…well, one male is gay…he he he and he most inquisitive) as honestly and candid as I could. Most of the queries were about my current job and my reasons why I wanted to pursue graduate studies. I was even asked why I wanted to get in the university and not my alma mater.

Right after that, I felt confident that I convinced them that I am worthy. Though I am not really pinning my hopes up come Monday when I should receive a call from admin for the results. 

A friend who accompanied me asked how it turned out. I just said, “It felt like I was joining a pageant.” Ha ha ha…

By a little past 10 am, I drove to Alabang to catch my 1 pm Automated Perimetry and Eye Photo at the Eye Center of Asian Hospital. Traffic was horrible along C5, made a detour to end up along EDSA, caught in a jam by the tail-end of the MRT n Pasay, detoured again to take South Super Highway. I have only less than an hour left. I had to call my brother telling him I can’t pick him up any longer and that we should just meet at the hospital.

5 minutes before 1 pm, I got to the lab, paid the package fee and was escorted in a small room with a huge medical equipment. I do not know what it’s called but perimetry would actually test how far your sight can see while you stare at a particular green light with several white lights keep on blinking. When lights blink intermittently, I need to press the button (similar to what they use at Jeopardy).

Both my eyes had their turn and in less than half an hour, I’m done.

Next what the eye photo. This was the difficult (and kinda painful) one I had to go through. The technician had to place eye drops, supposedly anesthesia, so that I can bear the bright yellow light focused really close to my eyeball. I can blink but my eyes should not move. Then, the tech clicks the camera (Nikon D70) attached to a larger medical equipment and takes the picture of the eyeball but the iris should be at the mid part of the pic. This was the difficult part since my iris kept on moving micro seconds before the cam flash clicks away.

It took around 34 or so shots just to get the right angle. You can just imagine how painful and straining it was for my eyes. I was requested to rest for 4 hours since both eyes were dilated. I just told the technician I’d rest for 15 minutes and I’d be ready. 

Got the results right away, I demanded for it. Went to my opthalmologist’s clinic to deliver the pictures and requested for an appointment. I was given a Monday slot which is a total no-n0. Workday, uh, duh? So next Saturday at 5:30 pm was the earliest I was given. 

Drove out of hospital grounds, brought my brother at home. It was difficult to drive. My eyes were still dilated. My prescription shades weren’t much help. I was teary most of the way and sight was “cloudy” but I pulled through. 

I was supposed to drop by the office and inspect the dismantling, preparation and installation of the new office logo at our lobby. I had to change plans since it was getting more difficult by the minute driving through the EDSA traffic.

I ended up going to my place, cooked rice and adobo and just stayed home with a friend.

It was a full day. Tired from driving all over. Squinting my eyes. Headache. But rested well that night.