Before February ends

I almost allowed February to pass without a blog post. I have been occupied with freelance works lately. The freelance works have been helping in paying the bills and covering up for unexpected purchases. I was able to finally replace my inefficient mobile phone. Now I know how it feels to have a mobile phone that can easily attach, download and view documents. Added to this a clearer view of photos from my social media accounts. ūüôā

I’m flooded with freelance works, setting aside my day job. At some point, I feel that my day job is suffering because I end up feeling so sleepy every time I report for work. But the true casualty of my desire to earn more is my health. The colds that don’t seem to go away. The excessive coke and junk food intake. Aside from the challenge to become financially independent, this is another battle I have to win.

A few days ago, I got a threatening email from my credit company. I was compelled to pay my pending balance in the soonest possible time. I didn’t feel threatened. I felt insulted and disrespected. Prior to the email, I was aware of my inability to settle my account balance. I overlooked the due date and admitted that it was an honest mistake on my end. I even called up the company to relate my case. I requested that the late payment fee be waived, since I already paid my ¬†balance upon realizing my mistake. I was instructed to wait a few more days because my payment hasn’t been posted. So I thought everything is doing well. But with the arrival of the threatening email, I felt the other party disregarding our previous conversation. For the company, this may sound as another case of miscommunication or system error. But for customers like me, the impact is nothing but an unpleasant experience.

The case has been resolved now. If there’s anything good that this inconvenience brought me, it’s the awakening about my financial independence. One morning, I woke up bothered with all the bills to pay. I have to do something. Then again it dawned on me, how? My earnings from my day job will never be enough. The freelance works has to do it. Sometimes, I wish that I’l just win the lottery. It will resolve everything and I can start a new life again. The probability that will happen is 0.0000000000001 %. Hahaha I have to pay for everything the hardest and painful way.

A month ago, I watched this film starred by Vilma Santos and Angel Locsin. Me and my friend burst out laughing when Vilma Santos reminded Angel Locsin about financial independence. Vilma emphasized at the age of 30, one should be debt free and on the path of building wealth. Sure enough, I died. How I wish some Vilma Santos will come to  my life and handle my financial struggles.

Back before the past year ended, I became an active jobseeker. I finally got an interview to one of my dream companies. On the way for the entrance examination, I was thinking of my separation pay. Should I get hired to my dream company, I can start a new life. I can use my separation pay to settle the credit card bills. I have a new job. My self-esteem will be back. Everything will be fine again. I got so ambitious. I didn’t pass the employment examination. I’m still on the same company.

The rare times I join meetings and social gatherings, I always feel belittled. These people around me, I keep wondering about their financial state. I have this feeling that I’m the most financially messed up person in the place. I admit, I sometimes feel that this financial struggle is robbing me off my self-esteem.

Life may not be good for me … financially. ¬†I’m messed up. And while I’m still trying to work things out, I still have one thing to thank for. #Family It’s Sunday night and I treated everyone for pizza delivery. We love Yellow Cab’s Dear Darla pizza and spicy chicken wings. I feel more than enough when I see my family enjoying the simplest things I can afford.

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Instagram and Immaturity

It’s 4:28 pm. In a little while, everyone at the workplace is headed to the grand function room for the annual recognition night. Employees who have rendered exceptional performance and loyalty.. in terms of years of service are awarded. I’m done with this… last year. I finally got my 10 years of service award. Gaaaahd, I’m so old.

My working day felt light, easy and unproductive. Hahaha Unproductive translates to laziness. Hahaha I’ve been chasing the most elusive productivity drive since January. What I thought as another lazy Friday changed when I learned an incident involving a colleague. In particular, a faculty member whom I don’t personally know. If I sighted her outside the premises of the workplace, I will never¬†have hints about our common working environment. I’ve never had any encounter with her.

In the middle of the afternoon, a student related to me the details. It’s examination week and the current scenario at the workplace is depicted by faculty members checking tons of test papers. Apparently, this faculty member captured the raw photo of the student’s corrected examination paper. She¬†had it uploaded to her IG account that wasn’t set in private access. So imagine the number of people who can view the photo.

The student unfortunately garnered a raw score of 9 / 100. The photo came with a caption that sealed the colleague’s¬†popularity and gave everyone the license to hate her. I forgot the exact caption, but the words used surely hurt the community of athletes. Yes, the owner of the examination paper was an athlete. The thing is, the faculty member blurred the name of the student. But her caption easily confirmed that the paper belongs to an athlete.

In my mind, ¬†you’re f*ck^d

The colleague’s act was too lousy, irresponsible, immature. My adjectives do not seem to end. To identify a few, here are my few reasons why the colleague’s behavior should not be tolerated.

Examination papers are confidential documents – Whether the name of the athlete was mentioned or not, examination papers are confidential. Oh well, the caption of her IG post confirmed the identity of the student.

An act of humiliation – Setting aside¬†ignorance of the rules and regulations which can be used as an excuse (which is not valid under the law), no ever person would ever feel good when your examination paper is publicized¬†in someone else’s IG account. And as everyone is probably aware of,¬†humiliation will never be a tool for teaching-learning.

The proper way to impart discipline is not through social media – If colleague wanted to reprimand or express her sentiments to the student, she could ¬†have dealt about it on a personal level. Talk to the student. Call his.her attention. Call the coach of the athlete. But since this colleague seem to be obsessed with social media, this colleague might as well¬†¬†search the kid’s social media account.

Immaturity – We can identify how many celebrities screwed up because of a lousy, offensive, and inappropriate post on his/her social media account. In the world of the academe, here’s one perfect example to self-destruction. Our students may post negative things about us through their social media accounts. I personally experienced it many times… and probably, while typing this post a student is cursing me because of the endless formula to memorize. I’ve been tempted to render my own revenge. Only to later realize, I should¬†wear the shoes of a more mature person.

Before I publish this post, I learned that the colleague already deleted the post. It might sound as a good move for her, but in my thoughts…such act was not enough. In the first place, the colleague should have rendered a sincere act of apology . If she had the courage to publicly humiliate the student through her IG account, she should also have the heart and humility to publicly apologize . The kid who got a single digit score in his/her exam maybe unforgivable. But the professor’s act of telling the world of her student’s performance is surely unforgivable.