I Take it Back
I'm staying after all.
Gah, to think that my little "farewell speech" even got published in a daily. But what the heck; everyone has to eat their words some time. Now's my turn.
Anyhoo, I just had the couple of weeks to think things through. And I just realized: I was so naive to think I could just come to the Big City and expect to land that dream job with absolutely no experience to back me up. As for my friend, she's already in Makati. I'm guessing she's either too busy to answer my emails, or maybe she's giving me the silent treatment for reneging on my promise. *sigh*
But anyway, that's it; I'm staying. I still can't say if it's for good. All I know right now is I'll make the most of my time here. And that means gathering up as much relevant work experience as I can and, well, spending more good times with friends and family. Gosh, it feels so good reading this on the monitor. I wish I can stay this sunny and optimistic forever, haha!
Okay, I've got to split. I've baptized this time in my life as my "Year of Living Productively" (ooh, how ambitious).
But before I get started, I'll have to get my NBI clearance first.
To infinity and beyond!
Tsk.
Writing resumes is scary. I wish I'd kept a copy of the resume I wrote for Business Writing class in third year, which only took me less than 5 minutes to complete. I guess it's much easier writing one when you aren't really looking for a job. Right now, I think I'm too modest to write an effective cover letter.
Oh meeehn.*insert three dashes to indicate break in storyline*
A friend invited me come with her to work in Manila. Problem is, my father won't hear anything of it. She's leaving on Wednesday, and she desperately wants me to come so we can be roomies. I, meanwhile, am seriously considering applying for a call center within the week so that I can finally get started on my career path, and also give Papa the message that I am hell-bent on leaving home to get a job. Not that I'm
leaving to spite him; I'm doing this for myself, 'cause I don't want to be a drain on my parents' finances forever. Plus I just find the idea of doing my own laundry, cooking my own food and burning triangular shapes on my slacks oh so exciting. But demmit it's so hard to make him understand!!! Hrrr! Tsk, bummer. Eh, whatever. Whether he allows it or not, I'm leaving. But I do hope there's a happy ending to this dilemma--I really don't want the drama of being sent off at the airport sans father 'cause he doesn't agree with my decision.
Really, I'm so upset I can't stop "tsk"-ing!
