Weekly Photo Challenge : Love

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Almost a year ago, work permitted me to visit one of the most beautiful retreat houses in the Philippines. Caleruega in Batangas will always be identified as one of the must see places in the Philippines.  It lives to its claim of being closer to nature, closer to God.

My favorite place in Caleruega is the Transfiguration Chapel. It’s a small chapel that can house less than a hundred guests. Despite having a short aisle, most females have fallen in love with the charm of the chapel.

The picture was taken inside the Transfiguration Chapel. I saw a basket of fruits and flowers in one corner and this signifies one thing.  There is an upcoming wedding.

I was not be able to see the lucky couple but these signs are enough to make me feel that love indeed exists.

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Is that so?

One presentation down! I have presented the results of a recent study that was commissioned by the Company President to our office. If I will rate myself, I AM SORRY. I FAILED! Hooray! Another warm welcome received from the real world of humanity.

I don’t want to relate the specific details on how I messed up. I was doing fine in the first few slides, except for the obvious trace of nervousness. In the middle of the presentation, I thought I have earned my pace. Everything went well not until a member magnificently claimed a mistake in my research. The great man challenged the accuracy of my findings, which multiplied more godly opinions from everyone. I tried to explain my point but of course, the slave will never be right in front of the gods and goddesses. After yesterday, I felt the need to hibernate and borrow my pet dog’s face over the next days. However, my Boss was behind me so the level of my self-earned personal damage was lessened. Truth is, my boss served as my saving grace. He tried his best to counter attack the opponents, while I remained as a helpless and stupid slave.

So here’s the truth about everything. I stand by the accuracy of my work. However, it’s not in my business to defend myself to everyone. It’s not me. It’s great to win arguments. It gives those rare points to self-esteem. But the thing is, I don’t give an effort to defend myself. I’m right and I know it. I don’t feel the need to prove myself to everyone. But then again, life dictates me to do another thing. I have to stand up for myself because the integrity of other people is also at stake.

As much as I just want to stare away and hold on to my selfish convictions, some battles require me to have my own share.

Not-so-serious

This is a seriously disorganized post. This resulted from my sudden and unexpected desire to blog despite the fact that I don’t have any concrete topic to write about. And I have to mention that I have an upcoming presentation tomorrow. My audience will be comprised of the members of the management committee.  Despite the serious business that awaits me, I still had the courage to waste my time for this post. Again, nominate me now for the Model Employee of Year. Seriously (though I don’t look like one) I’m praying that I will not have to hibernate and temporarily leave work after tomorrow.

This post emerged after my not-so-serious customer service encounters. Allow me to relate each of them.

Bank M – I was about to pay my bills to Bank M on a rare midweek holiday. In the Philippines, this is the best time to attend to your banking services. Midweek means lesser lines in most banks. When it was my turn to transact my business, I noticed this signage on every teller’s station. It says “Reminder to our dear clients : Transact to employees wearing the official company identification card.”  I discretely checked whether all the tellers are wearing their IDs. You bet! No single employee was wearing an ID.

Burger Restaurant Z – I always want additional ketchup for my burger. In the middle of my meal, the waiter took the bottle of ketchup on our table. I was thinking he just wanted to refill the still half-full bottle of ketchup. After a few minutes, I gave up. I called another waiter. He returned by giving me a ketchup bottle without the nozzle. Is he insulting me? I’m willing to forgive him because I have a feeling that he’s tired of entertaining the continuous influx of customers. I wanted to let the incident pass not until I saw something on his hand. He has this huge bleeding wound near this thumb. Cringe! I just prayed that he wasn’t the one who prepared our food. (If you want to know the Burger Restaurant, send me a tweet.)

Student J – Student J went to my office after my last meeting with the class. She was trying to explain why she was absent. According to Student J, her other classmates told her that there were no longer classes on that last week of December. I almost wanted to answer, “Oh, is that so? Your classmates own the authority of declaring the schedule of classes?”

Small Eatery A – This eatery is always jampacked during lunch breaks. The place is where diners literally eat and run. While waiting for our meals to be served, one of the waitresses asked me to move one seat away from my companion. The waitress wanted to accommodate a group of three customers. Despite the fact that I have another companion,  I gave in. Never mind if we don’t eat in one place. The customer who took my seat never said even a single word of gratitude. Worst, I discovered that he has his own packed lunch with him. He never ordered anything to deserve a seat. Worst of the worst, he took advantage of the free water, utensils and condiments of the eatery. You’re the man! (Uttered with complete sarcasm) Do me a favor, please repeat that practice inside the premises of a 5 star hotel, while someone will discretely record and upload the entire scene on You Tube.

Okay, I’m done with my not-so-serious encounters that make it to my not-so-serious post.

Wishing everyone a not-so-serious stressful week 🙂

Avoid frustrations, Get rich!

Some months ago, I sought the assistance of a friend who works for a government office. I needed her because I was trying to expedite my loan application. Though to be honest, I never wanted to resort in using any of my friends to my own advantage. However, when three going four of my freelance clients decided to left me in the tree of uncertainty, I went short of funds. I don’t want to take away some money from my hard-earned but diminutive savings account. So I decided to avail of the low-interest salary loan  that comes with the breathable and staggered payment scheme.

When my friend was verifying my eligibility to loan, I was given a degree of  unexpected shock. A significant amount of my monthly contributions do not exist in their system. Though to be honest, this has been a problem that later turned to an accepted reality. The inefficiency of this government agency in posting updated monthly contributions is not new to everyone. Ask the pensioners, they will surely have their own unique stories, which relay same moral lesson.

My friend instructed me to secure alternative documents that will prove the existence of my monthly contributions. I prepared the documents with the help of the responsible colleague. When I submitted everything to my friend, everything ended up as a futile effort. I don’t want to detail the technicalities because yours truly is becoming confused with everything. I don’t know who to blame anymore. Is it the fault of my employer? Is the fault of the government agency? To some extent though, I have this feeling that both parties have their own shortcomings.

I remember some years ago, I faced a similar problem.  I’m also in the process of availing a loan from the said government agency. Unfortunately, a staff told me that my application cannot be processed because of this and that. It’s their inefficiency yet I was the one who bears the cross of suffering. How about that?

Reflections and learnings from my own story

Lower your expectation of service efficiency to avoid making another post like this.

Don’t accept freelance works from colleagues, referral of colleagues and relatives, who have swindling records from other relatives.

Most important of all,  GET RICH!!!

Case Study

Some years ago, I almost left my stable and comfortable job. I was considering transferring to another company and I almost made it happen. I thought I was lucky to find a job that shares the same tasks with my current job. What’s best about everything, a prestigious school that caters the upper class segment of the market is about to employ me. To be more precise, it’s in a finishing school for businessmen.

During the interview, the supervisor oriented me to my first task.  I need to write case studies for the students. I later learned that every student enrolled in their programs is required to read and analyze at least 100 case studies. Turns out, the school’s case study archive is becoming scarce. They also need new cases that would address current and relevant issues. I was excited. I almost accepted the new job. Unfortunately, the company didn’t communicate with me again. After telling me that I have what it takes, they never reached me again.

This incident intensified my hunger to write case studies. My current job position unfortunately doesn’t permit me to do so. Years after, this sadness eventually vanished. Not because of the fact that time eventually blurs memories. I found another avenue to write.

Reviewed! The Perks of Being a Wallflower

After so many weeks, I’m finally done reading this book.

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Let me identify the lame reason why it took me so long to finish this book.  I bought it in time for the holiday.  Before my long awaited work break, I was forced to attend a number of Christmas parties and I was rushing some teaching works.  (This made me remember that I have papers pending for checking. Goodbye piggy life days!) I always come home late and as a result, I have nothing to brag except for my sleeping hours.

My favorite place to read is whenever I’m inside the train. Unfortunately, I was always sleepy over the past months. The last reason why I wasn’t motivated to finish the book is because my cousin accidentally relayed to me the core of the story.  I was successful in preventing myself to google the story’s ending. But destiny played some naughty games with me. Instead of getting annoyed with my cousin, we actually just laughed about it.

My expectations for this book was way different from the story.  I thought the book was some ordinary teenage beach read.  I thought of it as a light read that can entertain and tickle my hopeless romantic hormones.  It was surprisingly a deep and moving story of an ordinary teenage kid who decided to overcome an extraordinary experience.

What I appreciate most about the book is the raw and shallow presentation of everything. The words used were so direct and simple.  The entire story was presented in the eyes of an innocent kid who is crossing the bridge of his teenage years. I guess another reason why I love the book is because I can see myself in one of Charlie’s experiences.  Charlie struggled with issues on sex, drugs while balancing friends, family and schooling.  One of Charlie’s experiences I can perfectly relate is his observations about his family. This particular line made me laugh for a while

I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other but no one really likes each other.

This perfectly works in the case of some of my relatives.

What makes the book unique is how Charlie narrated his life. The entire story was related through a letter. Charlie was writing letters to an anonymous friend. What makes Charlie’s ordinary life turn extraordinary was his experience that affected his entire growth. Unfortunately, this was the part that my cousin accidentally blurted out to me.

If I would rate Stephen Chbosky’s book, I’ll give it 4 out of 5 stars. I love the story, the presentation and what was supposedly an unexpected ending.  Even though  I wouldn’t know the ending, I believe that I will give the book the same excellent rating.