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      Like any other a-little-above-minimum-wage earner, I am feeling the necessity to look for greener pasture or the temptation to let the couch serve me for maybe a month.
     I am at the point of working without a point. I eat what I earn. That's good but ain't good enough. Living for a year on a survival mode is like wasting time and energy. The company is not paying for my lost time, it is simply paying me for doing my job. For this reason, I want to look for a job that will both pay my labor and my time, meaning, one that can make me survive and really earn to save.
     I am always the type of a worker who never shuts my mouth. I hate it. I always blab about how I feel and what I want to be changed. I kept on spreading updates regardless whether my friends want to hear or not. Anyway, I 've been trying to convince myself that I have to resign for the reasons previously stated. I do this convincing thing through declaration, hoping that I would hear my own words and that these words would sink in.
    I am afraid to let go. I am afraid to waste my time during transition. I know, during that period, I would count the losses I have and regret of supposed profits If I stayed.
     I need to find a higher reason to quit, or should I say, I have to have a higher reason before even considering quitting. If God would not want me to do a thing, then I'll be still. However, if I am certain, that my uncertainty is enough to make me stop, then, it's time.
     In my timeline, a lot of resources have already been kept and not yet invested. In my timeline, I need to pursue my career before having a baby. In my timeline, I have to earn more than before, because I am still young and I have to save more for my future.
     God holds the Time. He is The Alpha and The Omega. He thinks about my life more than I think about it. This life is not my problem, what I need to do is seek Him and ask Him, what I've gotta do, for this very moment, He'll take care of my tomorrow.

Keep your hands off my food!

God tested my kindness. I was extremely hungry by the time I arrived work. I bought a slice of rice cake for my brunch. At the pantry, everybody was doing their personal stuff before the class, I sat on the corner. I took out my fork and said, “kain”. I know that you know this simply means, “I'm gonna have my meal now, excuse me.”

I am very sensitive when it comes to my utensils. My husband and I seldom eat on the same plate and he seldom takes whatever I am eating. I like the way he respects me. My officemates are not like my husband.

I asked one of them, “Gusto mo? May tinidor ka?” (Wanna try? Do you have fork?). Then she grabbed MY fork and tried once, then again, and again, and again. She even asked others to try. I went out of the room pretending that I don't mind. When I came back, one of them told me that she was sorry that MY fork fell on the floor.

I don't know but somehow I felt disrespected. Suddenly I remembered I had offended one of my officemates few months ago. She was having her lunch and I interrupted her. I said, “You told me before that you don't usually eat here at the pantry? But you're here.” I said it in a nice tone. It was actually my way of saying “hi”. But she exploded. She began to say a lot of words I wish to forget. Our 'used to be good' relationship was never the same again after that day. After some time, she confessed that she was just in a bad mood and my comment appeared to be a wrong timing. Lesson learned, never interrupt a person while he/she is eating because hunger drives everyone crazy, literally.

Anyway, getting back to my story, what was left for me was a small slice of my rice cake and my fork with strangers' saliva. Since it's already time to go to our respective stations, no one was left at the pantry. Alone, I said to my self, attitude check? - failed.

More than an online gossip

 

Welcome Thursday. I closed my eyes and asked God to bless my day. I started to log in... Suddenly, I thought about sending simple messages to my officemates first. I sent a simple “hello, have a blessed day.” One by one, they replied. I knew they felt important that they are remembered. I felt good just the same. Some of them were having a not so good day. They said I was able to cheer them up. Then I realized, I knew God is happy looking at me, saying, “That's exactly what you should be doing in your office”. 

Having an average of 16 students a day, I tend to spend my spare time surfing the Internet at my heart's content. I skim from News to fashion to blogs to travel.. almost every single thing. I check reviews on skin products, best restaurants in the city and the latest updates in Hollywood. More than just information overload, I experience tiredness beyond words. I was wondering why I feel down tired while in fact I'm just there sitting down endlessly moving my mouse. There must be something wrong. I feed my self with trash. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to be informed but it's terrible to know everything without putting them to right use, without reflecting after. 

The Word of the Lord really changes everything. I listened to one preaching yesterday and it was about the love of God that compels us to love others . He said, it ought to be automatic like a reflex to help those who are in need. We are supposed to be moved by the love He so freely gave to us. He added that if we are not living this way, there must be something wrong. If we really had encountered the love of God, we can't help but share it to others.He was not pertaining to the ABC of salvation. He was just saying that we need to actually love the person and not persuade him to be part of a religion.

I want to encourage myself and who ever is reading this today. Maybe you will read this months after or years after I write this. God is just telling us to give our best in whatever we do at work but never forget the purpose from which we should move and have our being. We cannot deny the love of God in our lives. You can attest to that. Only you know how much He has done for you. Let's pray that we all have a heart of flesh that could easily respond to His call, whenever, wherever.

Salary Stealer

 

 

I was never fond of riding taxis until I met my husband. Before, I felt more guilty than comfortable while the meter runs like it's in a hurry. It's like saying, hey look, here's your money down the drain. 

Working for a Korean company will challenge you to leave behind all those old habit of grand entrance in school. Who can afford to cram if you will be deducted P500 once the time goes 2:01. Being on a pm shift should have been an advantage.I still fail to come on time all the time, unfortunately. 

Riding on a taxi seems to be an always ready solution to this all time problem of tardiness. I think, if only the taxi drivers knew that I will force them to make a miracle and make their cars fly like crazy, I think they will choose other passengers.

One time, me and my husband went first to the mall to buy my super favorite super taro from Quickly.

It is so.... indescribable. I'll try to post about this next time. Anyway, now that I had my super taro on my hand we went to the fx terminal. The line was too long (very unusual, fx drivers usually wait for passengers to arrive). I checked my time, and I said, mission impossible mode. My husband called a cab. I knew that it was the right thing to do that time.  After a few seconds,  we just saw ourselves passing through the subway. I said, oh no! The driver was on the wrong way. It will be 8 minute-drive if we will take the U-turn so we decided 

 to continue the route he so freely chose.  Then we had our forced field trip to McKinley.

This part of Taguig is one of the busiest from 12- 2pm. Call centers swarm the place and it's lunchbreak. I told my husband to calm down and stop fighting with the taxi driver. Could you imagine them exchanging whispers of anger that they almost sound like they're cursing each other? Guys are really into that.  I was about to say, Hey! am I missing something here? I, not you guys, will be late.

Have you ever felt being stuck in  traffic jam and you have exercised all the faith you have as you pray? You even make a promise to God to just give you this one day and you'll never be late again? Have you ever tried to calm down and not think about the time so you won't get stressed out?  That was what I experienced. Hoping against all hopes that God will stop the time for me.

Then, I took the elevator and stopped on every floor because of employees getting back to office after luncg. I actually pleaded them to move faster but they just look at me as if saying, "you wish!, last time we checked, this is not solely for you."  I wish there were a car that can transform to an elevator.

I rushed to the biometrics and bumped to all those who are in line from AM shift.  I looked to it teary eyed, 2:01. It didn't register. I didn't try again. I was devasted. I shouted sorry sorry to those who are in line, I tried to log in again, it was 2:02.

I called my husband to release my disappointment and regret and stress altogether. He convinced me to just forget about it.  I said to myself,"which of these you want me to forget? The P200 taxi ride or the P500 salary deduction?"

I remembered he already gave me P500 when we were still in the cab. He said, "I already paid for your late, let go". I was like, "Yeah right, you took it from our grocery allowance." Nice try.