And the Christmas Season Starts

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This was where I was last night! A benefit concert for one of our most popular churches here in Manila. As you can see, most everyone was on the dance floor, dancing their butts off. At this time, I was taking a breather because the band didn’t cease playing for one whole set which was an hour long each and there were two sets! Most of the time, though, I was singing and dancing along. It was hard to resist since most everyone was doing it. It was awesome.

The Christmas season has started and things are going to get crazy busy again. Already my calendar is being filled up with get togethers and parties. This is pretty normal this time of year and I actually can’t wait because it’s a chance to see people I haven’t seen in a while and to eat lots of good food.

It’s the end of November and so another round of NaBloPoMo ends. Thank you all so much for following, commenting and reading. I think I’ve missed some people and I’m really sorry about that but please trust that I read and received your comments. I hope you’ll still stick around even after November and I hope you all enjoy the coming holidays.

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The Boss

It just really struck home for me today that in six months, if I’m still in this job, that my boss would not be my boss anymore.

And the realization made me really, really sad.

We’ve come to a point where I think we’ve sort of found a rhythm and we’ve gotten comfortable enough about working together. He is a boss with exacting standards and is quite firm on how he wants things done, but at the same time he is also warm and considerate. He makes me feel appreciated and is always there to support me when I need him to. On top of that, he seems to like me and expects and trusts that I could do the work that he assigns me with.

So I know I’ll miss him when he goes and vacates that office and leaves me in the hands of my next boss, whoever he may be.

 There’s still six months, though. I guess I’ll just have to make them count.

The Smallness

I was asked during my job interview,

“Why do you want this job?”

It was a job interview so of course I made sure to give a good, eloquent answer. I forgot what it was I said exactly but somewhere around admitting that I wanted a less stressful working environment, I also said,

“I want to do something that isn’t just about making money.”

Which I think I really managed to get in this job that I could not be more grateful for. Sure, the work can be often tedious and boring at the same time, and there are times when you get caught up in the monotony of it all that you can get kind of frustrated, but there are moments when you are reminded of how there is more to it than that.

How what little work I do within the confines of my little office actually contributes to a bigger picture, a movement that actually works toward a greater good.

And I shouldn’t forget that and get lost in the little mundane tasks that could distract me with their seeming smallness and insignificance.

I’m in a good place with good people and I am doing good for others, no matter how small, and I should never lose sight of that.

Idle Monday Musings

I was supposed to have a picture to post but I forgot to take it. It was the view of the hallway leading to my office and then right beside my door is my orange umbrella. It’s an unexpected burst of color within the scene, of something I see everyday. The sight is just so uplifting to me for some reason; it always brings a smile to my face when I see it.

The weather was really strange today. It was raining when I was on my way to work and then it eventually pitter-pattered away to reveal a sunny day. It rained on and off the whole day, like the weather was having trouble trying to decide which way it preferred to go. I didn’t mind as I stayed indoors for the most part, though I would have preferred it to be cloudier so it won’t be as bright in my office.

It was another moderately busy Monday. Even though my boss wasn’t around, I had much to do and for the most part, I didn’t mind. It was just the way things were at the job and it always makes me feel accomplished whenever I cross things off of my daily to-do list at work.

This Monday was okay, not great but also not terrible.

I guess it could be worse and that’s another blessing.

Tuesday tomorrow.

I hope it’s better.

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.

“Trial by Fire”

According to Wikipedia, “trial by fire” could also mean “trial by ordeal, by which the guilt or innocence of the accused is determined by subjecting them to a painful task”. That has certainly been what it was like this past week at work. No one was being put to trial to see who was guilty or innocent but it still felt like we were being roasted. It was like everything went straight to Hell and everything was going wrong. It was a crazy case of Murphy’s Law and I wanted nothing more than for the agony to end.

Obviously, it did. Sort of. I’m at home now and I don’t have to deal with anything work-related for the next two days or so. Or at least not physically. Mentally and psychologically, however, I will continue to be bothered, I just know it. I’m just the type to overthink things and keep myself up at night going over things that happened and what had been said. Of what could have been done better or what I could have said instead.

I just feel so exhausted and stressed. I think I cried myself to sleep at least once this week. It’s that horrible and I’ve cried myself to sleep a couple of times before but I don’t think I’ve had felt this awful in a while. Right now, I just have so much nervous energy and it’s almost midnight. I might need some help getting to sleep.

Terrible week was terrible.

I hope next week will be better. I hope the rest of May will be too.

UGH.

Long day was long. I spent most of it trying to get my boss’ visa requirements submitted and approved. We were successful with his Alien Employment Permit but not with his 9G Visa. We were too late for the cut off and apparently our requirements were incomplete. Then we were passed around as we tried to get a satisfactory answer on what the hell to do about our predicament. In the end, his Visa has to be downgraded and he has to apply for his 9G Visa again.

I don’t have enough patience to run these kinds of errands. They really need someone to do this for them. I’m just bad at dealing with people and government bureaucracy. Everything and everyone’s just a pain in the ass. And I am so sick of people telling us that we should have filed for his visa earlier. I know, okay? I KNOW.

And we probably took the longest jeepney ride of our lives from Quiapo to Edsa Extension. How did we get from Intramuros to Quiapo, you ask? Well, since it’s a three-day holiday this coming weekend, there’s traffic everywhere and we couldn’t get a taxi. We ended up taking a jeep to Quiapo to look for a better chance of getting home. Alas, the LRT was crowded and taxis were still hard to flag at that hour. Thank goodness for jeepneys that go all the way along FB Harrison. But still the traffic was awful and jeepneys are not the most comfortable of public transportation to ride. By the end of it, my boss and I were feeling pretty sick.

And have I mentioned how I’m tired of spending time with my boss? I am and before I have my coffee at lunch, I’m really tempted to type up a resignation letter so I can not spend time with him ever again.

Is there a happy ending to all this? Yes, sort of. I get to come later to work tomorrow and I got to eat a yummy pesto tofu burger at Burger Project again.

But I still don’t get a three-day weekend.

UGH.