Reuniting with English and Loving It

I’ve actually changed jobs last August. Almost the same tasks and responsibilities but a new company with a different set of values and work ethic. The biggest difference though was the language.

Before, I used to work for a Korean company and while English was used as the language to communicate, it wasn’t a language that they were most comfortable in using. Korean was still predominant in the work place and since I didn’t speak it, I mostly had to contend with spoken and written English that needed some decoding. I often even had to do a lot of editing and I acted as an English teacher for my boss whose English was only at the basic level for the most part.

Imagine the joy and wonder I felt while I was being interviewed for my current job. I now work for an Irish group and I don’t think I’ve gotten used to ¬†how well they not only speak English but also how well they write it. I pick up memos and letters and can’t help the feelings of fondness and affection I get when I read what they have to say and how perfectly eloquent they are. Then they speak to me and I adore how I have to be more aware of what I say and how I am also learning to speak English better.

Just one of the joys of this new job I have.


It’s Days Like Today

It’s days like today when I remember that I’m not exactly “like everyone else”. It was a busy day. My boss kept calling to check, confirm and remind. I had a To-Do List that’s almost 10 items long as I had to absorb some work that other people couldn’t do between one thing or another. And no, I didn’t get to finish everything. I hardly ever do. Today was also the day when I had to commute to Makati to go to PhilHealth which is never easy for me, between using public transportation and bearing the heat and the crowds. Of course when I got back to the office there’s still more work to be done and even more for tomorrow that I wasn’t finish today.

I’m exhausted. The back of my neck hurts and my shoulder feels tense. When I swallow, it hurts a little and I feel what might be the beginnings of a cold. I also kind of feel hot. So tired like I might be getting a fever and I remember how my doctor calls it “fatigue”. I took the time to take a break and relax before going back to the office from PhilHealth by getting off at The Columns to have cold kopi and kaya toast at Kopi Roti. My doctor had said the last time I visited, “I will hold you responsible for your condition. You need to watch what you eat.” As usual, the LRT was crowded on my way home. I wasn’t able to ride on the first car and again my doctor’s words ring in my head, “Avoid crowds. You never know who is sick in a crowd.”

It’s days like today when I hate how I have these limitations that impair me and prevent me from having a normal life. No, I’m not normal, no matter how I may seem, and it can be very frustratingly inconvenient at times.