Monday, January 30, 2006


For a while now, I've been trying to get promoted as a trainer. You would not believe how many times I have submitted an application that I honestly think the HR officer knows me already (she may even be praying that I get promoted just so I stop sending her those application papers!).

But, zilch, nada. No promotion yet. After the nth time and hoping against hope that just this time (haven't they had enough of my application papers, already?), I'd bag it, I still get the monumental, unceremonious, slap-resounding, NO! (with the oh-so-polite, thank you for the interest, note at the end).

So tragic, it's almost funny. What about those golden proverbs of good things come to those who wait? Or, practice makes perfect? Or even, try and try until you succeed?

Well, I hate to be sarcastic here but the one who worded these may have had his or her head buried in the sand. The rat race is, to put it bluntly, way harsher. And, it's definitely not the meek and the humble who inherits the fruits of the earth (not in this world, anyway).

Really, who am I to gripe? Truth is, I've been blessed with a small but very easy, non-stressful, totally laid-back account. It's actually very cool. When I compare myself to my batchmates who've been assigned to other accounts and have resigned because of the stress, I can only count myself lucky. After all, I get to sit here, do practically nothing, just answer a few calls, make a few sale, put in the specified 8-hour shift and it's a clinch. I get to draw a fair paycheck bi-monthly. No sweat.

Though, human nature being what it is, I still long for more at work. More challenge (an inherent masochist?), bigger paycheck (understandable, this), and a higher position (still reasonable, I believe). So, I keep on trying and will continue to do so until I get promoted or resigned to my fate, whichever comes first, and hie off to the nearest competitor and try my luck there.

However, I've been noticing that some of my friends, who have been promoted already, are having second thoughts. Actually, deep, dark thoughts about their promotions that most, if not all, are just waiting to hand in their resignations.

I was like, what??? Here I am, all but jumping in my seat and waving the red flag to get promoted and you're resigning? What the...?

In retrospect, it's not so crazy. These people are smart (no matter how you may think, otherwise) and they're good at their job. They're trainable and their practical. They have differing reasons for wanting to go but the fact is, they have lost heart. It may be politics, it may be the people that they're working with, it may be because of one or a combination of all the other things.

I am not at that stage yet, I still like it here, after all, but I do see and understand. When I think about it, maybe it's not yet time for me to be promoted. I do believe in the Grand Design. In the concept that everything has its place and time. He knows all this and I put my trust in Him.

I just hope that my wallet understands this also.

Sunday, January 29, 2006


In my student days, I took up enough subjects in the Physical and Social Sciences to know that there are people who, for one reason or another, get afflicted with mental and social illnesses.

Like most people, I heard it but didn't really think about it. I mean, sure, I sometimes see a grubby man or woman wandering about aimlessly. There are gory news, at times, of some deranged man having gone off a fit and doing something horrible (which may or may not entirely be true due to the veracity of the source tabloid or magazine).

So, I go on thinking that, yes it happens, but chances are a million to one, right? People get sick mentally or socially but it only happens sometimes, right?

That's a happy and comforting thought and I would have preferred to go on thinking that way if not for a news I heard yesterday.

My daughter and I were waiting for her schoolbus when I heard someone call me. It was the mother of my high school friend. I greeted her and asked about my friend with whom I lost touch after graduation.

She didn't answer at first and instead asked me about my daughter. She seemed happy for me but I noticed that there seemed to be tears in her eyes. I was waiting for her to give me the same happy news about her daughter, my friend. I was expecting that if she's not married, then surely she's holding a good position in a big company somewhere.

See, that friend of mine was really smart and a go-getter in elementary and high school. She was a consistent honors student and was a very responsible member of the Student Body. She was quite well known in school and went on to a premier Philippine University in college.

Then, with wavering voice, my friend's mother told me about her daughter's condition. It seemed that the straight A student, the once school leader, my high school friend, developed a mental and psychological problem. That she has become quarrelsome and violent. That she refuses to work and just moves in their place picking fights with everyone. Her parents, helped as they did their daughter, could not do anything anymore. She was deeply angry with them and have refused professional help. Now, all they could do is to provide her her needs, try to keep peace with their family and placate their angry neighbors.

It was all so sad. She has so much potential. And, though I felt guilty for not trying to see her sooner, her mother informed me that she believes it won't do much good since she has refused to see any of her former friends. That even when some of them insists to speak or see her, she just gets angry with them and with her mother, too.

I really didn't know what to say. Her mother stood there telling me all this and I could see that she, too, is trying desperately to understand what happened to her daughter. In the end, I just hugged her and told her that I pray everthing will come out alright for her daughter, my friend.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Where the Heart is

tel and papa

Meet two of the most cherished people in my life: my husband, Jonas, and my daughter, Chantelle.

It is said that we are blessed by the people in our lives and enriched by them. I could not agree more. My loved ones have always made me want to be a better person. More loving, more patient and persevering.

Take for example, my 5 year old daughter, who seemed to have made a pact with herself to hold off sleep for as long as she possibly can. This results to her active and very much awake self playing (tirelessly it would seem) and asking every possible (and at times impossible) questions. Of course, it would require patience (which in my maiden days, I didn't have much of), energy (significantly less after a full day's work) and enthusiasm (she can't understand why I'm not as excited by Dora the explorer's adventures, as she is) as I can possibly muster.

My husband, too, has given me invaluable lessons on patience (just have to watch tonight's game, hon. Two more minutes and then you can watch CSI), perseverance (your third attempt in cooking this bacon omelette is great, hon), and creativity (how did this shirt you washed get to be in this color?)

Truly, the people in our lives enrich us in countless ways. We would not want to be anywhere else. As long as they're happy and well, we are okay with the world. Financial and work problems be damned. Happiness is truly where the heart is.