Let’s talk about work. I’m not the kind of blogger, friend or even a son who talks about work, the act of doing something to earn a living. Trust me I’m not doing anything illegal like robbing banks or stealing taxes. It’s just I think I’m not the fitting enough at what I’m doing; not because my performance sucks because I as what Wolverine loves to say, “I’m the best there is at what I do. But what I do best isn’t very nice.” Not really nice when your heart and soul is somewhere but there. I still wake up everyday looking forward for the day to end so that I can again draw and write to my heart’s desire.
First things first. I just abandon-ship my pursue for that particular government position I’ve been chasing for years. I think I’ve been a victim of an idiotic recruitment system. The trouble with aiming for a spot in public service of the Republic of the Philippine is that you don’t need to meet all the credentials and bruhaha paperworks.
It takes a “backer” to get in. So there goes my requirements; medical, academic, lincense, psychological, drug test, clearances and my previous employment – all into the abyss called the trash can. Why did they even have to bother us people to process those, those many interviews and exams which took years to complete when they’re just looking for a b______? We call that “backer” or the “palakasan” recruitment system, it’s not written in the constitution or anywhere but that is what is happening out here in my town, in this province, in this region, and in this country.
On the second thought, it’s election season next year and I have a gut feeling that the budgeted plantilla went to some political machinery (election campaign doesn’t come cheap, especially when you’re buying the votes). Oops! Am I still aloud to say these things? You know after our brilliant-like-hell lawmakers recently passed the
idiotic “Cybercrime Law“.
Now let’s go back to work, which is talking about my work. I also forego working for a great nonprofit organization in Cebu City. That means I just freakin’ threw away the chance of working again in that beautiful city and yes a CIA scholarship in the process. So goodbye for now Japanese language school, beautiful girls in the jeeps, SM and Ayala, and the rush of running lifestyle.
I decided to go home. And work there. I don’t know for how long, or if this is even the real deal. I’ll just keep my radar on if there’s a plantilla for a CPA in our province. But the company I’m working in now is is not an ordinary organization though; it’s a big one, hoarder of prestigious regional and national industry awards and is really dead-serious in making the community and the people’s quality of life a better one. It’s a great honor to be a part of their mission. I hope I could help them in many positive ways, and in any way I can because I have bigger plans for this organization. The salary is the same to what I used to receive in Cebu, but I don’t have to spend a single dime on transportation, apartment rent and food. That’s the perks of working local.
But before I go to sleep, I have to come to terms with the real situation; I am in exile. I’m nowhere near where I want to be. The Filipino culture have embraced the notion that the bright young people are bound to work have brighter future out there somewhere, far away away from this small town, or even in this desolate country. Those who are left are the unambitious or anything below the concept of a good career. My heart yearns to go abroad too because I want to see the world too and experience other cultures, but only as a traveller, not an OFW. Yet I decided to stay after job-surfing around the country the past three years. Maybe, there is a calling for me here somehow, somewhere just waiting to present itself to me.
It’s not difficult to imagine that I’m as good as a laughingstock now to my peers and they’ll never stop asking why I’m not working in the big cities or even abroad. I feel a little embarrassed when comparing earnings, my total income for the whole year cannot even match the amount my best friend earns in a month abroad! I just told him my salary is just a compensation from keeping me away from my drawing board.
But I really don’t care if other people looks down on me for not leaving, because I know I’m working hard and honestly here and I am not stepping on somebody else’s shoes. I just want to help and to serve, that makes me happy and satisfied. I guess that’s the perk that’s really worth the sacrifices I am making.