Wednesday, August 11, 2010
In Good Company
The other day, I came across a Facebook application that analyzes statuses and tried it. There was a list of frequently used words generated with the corresponding number of times per word. Not so surprisingly, the hopeless romantic that I am, love was my top word. A few ranks below appeared ‘SGV’, which is not a term I would best pick to stand side by side with love. You know what I mean.
One year into the workforce and I already lost count of how many times I threw a fit because of my job; the boyfriend being the usual victim. I am guilty of complaining about every little thing: the lack of a work-conducive area or simply the lack of an area, the tall pile of paper works in my table that doesn’t belong to me, the inconsiderate area mate with the temper of an old maid, the salary that doesn’t even measure up to my College allowance and, worst of all, the morning-until-next-morning work shift that kills what’s left of my brain cells.
In 4 words, I hate my job. I hate it in the same way you hate someone who infuriates you today and go all weak and sweet the next. It’s like that boy in high school you wake up early and go to school for only to watch him show-off and flirt with the entire female population. But then again, you show up for school the next day, dressed up and ready for the very same reason. Oh, the charm of it all! And in line with this fantasy, if in highschool the charisma lies in those almond eyes whose stare can freeze every inch of you, I am proud to say that when it boils down to my sucky job, the company, as in the people I work with, does it.
Celebrating SGV's 64th Anniversary: In good company
I may swiftly walk out of the office, easily land on a job in the next building, get paid with my current salary plus another zero, and never look back. But here’s the million-dollar question: how can I? How do I leave a job that, after every crappy thing that comes with it, gives me irreplaceable fulfillment and priceless friendships? I am young, way too young, to actually design my career path based on paychecks and convenience.
With my closest girls sans Tin
Just goofing around while the boyfriend take shots
With the Big Boss, who was also my College professor
So, as long as I don’t have to drag myself out of bed every morning to get to work, as long as there are rounds of tummy-aching laughter all day despite some grumpy lawyer, as long as dealing with bosses feels more like dealing with mentors, and as long as reconciling a quarterly vat computation feels like finding that perfect pair of stilettos on a bargain, I will gladly turn my back on everything else and flash the brightest ear-to ear grin everyday, still allowing a few minutes for rants and pay-day outbursts. Because it wouldn’t be called a job if you don’t actually complain about it, right? :)
One year into the workforce and I already lost count of how many times I threw a fit because of my job; the boyfriend being the usual victim. I am guilty of complaining about every little thing: the lack of a work-conducive area or simply the lack of an area, the tall pile of paper works in my table that doesn’t belong to me, the inconsiderate area mate with the temper of an old maid, the salary that doesn’t even measure up to my College allowance and, worst of all, the morning-until-next-morning work shift that kills what’s left of my brain cells.
In 4 words, I hate my job. I hate it in the same way you hate someone who infuriates you today and go all weak and sweet the next. It’s like that boy in high school you wake up early and go to school for only to watch him show-off and flirt with the entire female population. But then again, you show up for school the next day, dressed up and ready for the very same reason. Oh, the charm of it all! And in line with this fantasy, if in highschool the charisma lies in those almond eyes whose stare can freeze every inch of you, I am proud to say that when it boils down to my sucky job, the company, as in the people I work with, does it.
Celebrating SGV's 64th Anniversary: In good companyI may swiftly walk out of the office, easily land on a job in the next building, get paid with my current salary plus another zero, and never look back. But here’s the million-dollar question: how can I? How do I leave a job that, after every crappy thing that comes with it, gives me irreplaceable fulfillment and priceless friendships? I am young, way too young, to actually design my career path based on paychecks and convenience.
With my closest girls sans Tin
Just goofing around while the boyfriend take shotsWith the Big Boss, who was also my College professorSo, as long as I don’t have to drag myself out of bed every morning to get to work, as long as there are rounds of tummy-aching laughter all day despite some grumpy lawyer, as long as dealing with bosses feels more like dealing with mentors, and as long as reconciling a quarterly vat computation feels like finding that perfect pair of stilettos on a bargain, I will gladly turn my back on everything else and flash the brightest ear-to ear grin everyday, still allowing a few minutes for rants and pay-day outbursts. Because it wouldn’t be called a job if you don’t actually complain about it, right? :)
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