What Was Your First Job?

[Archerfish]

For being a rebellious son, and with a lot of wrong choices in life, I had a few odd jobs before I became an engineer.

I worked as a sales representative for Singer sewing machine. The latest was the Disc-O-Matic. There I learned how to make patterns and all sorts of things that the machine can do.



Then I became a factory worker. That is where I collect the scrapped sole rubbers from all the machines. It was a tedious job as the operators are very fast, working like a robot. No wonder, they have a quota to reach. I had to work for 12 hours from Monday to Saturday and a mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to night shift. The same goes for the whole week. Then comes the mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to day shift.

I became sickly as I'm not used to "hard" labor and lack of sleep. It was the easiest job, actually. So I had a few tardy days then absents became frequent. I got fired eventually.

As I thought it was the end, someone told me that a lending company was in need of a collector. I applied right away. To save money, I will intentionally go early than usual so that I can walk my way for a kilometer or two. In that manner, I keep my transportation allowance.

One day, the owner asked me to clean his car. That was the turning point in my life. It hit me that back then, I will ask one of our helpers to clean the car for me. But here, I was the one being asked to clean the car.

I decided to go back to school. Good thing that the tuition fee was less than 300 Pesos, I was able to enroll. There, I looked for job opportunities so I became a student's assistant in graduate library. To further support my financial needs, I also looked for scholarships, meal support, etc.

Then I was hired as a junior engineer prior to taking my board exam. After passing the board exam, another company offered a job to me. Then they wanted me to take another degree to be better suited for the job. I couldn't pass the offer and so I became an OFW.

I decided to stay here finally, so I became an instructor and got promoted as Assistant Professor.

In the end, I learned my lesson. Honor your father and mother, obey your authorities, and you will have a fruitful life ahead of you.

And now, I get to clean my own car. [emoji3]

[jut703]

For being a rebellious son, and with a lot of wrong choices in life, I had a few odd jobs before I became an engineer.

I worked as a sales representative for Singer sewing machine. The latest was the Disc-O-Matic. There I learned how to make patterns and all sorts of things that the machine can do.



Then I became a factory worker. That is where I collect the scrapped sole rubbers from all the machines. It was a tedious job as the operators are very fast, working like a robot. No wonder, they have a quota to reach. I had to work for 12 hours from Monday to Saturday and a mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to night shift. The same goes for the whole week. Then comes the mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to day shift.

I became sickly as I'm not used to "hard" labor and lack of sleep. It was the easiest job, actually. So I had a few tardy days then absents became frequent. I got fired eventually.

As I thought it was the end, someone told me that a lending company was in need of a collector. I applied right away. To save money, I will intentionally go early than usual so that I can walk my way for a kilometer or two. In that manner, I keep my transportation allowance.

One day, the owner asked me to clean his car. That was the turning point in my life. It hit me that back then, I will ask one of our helpers to clean the car for me. But here, I was the one being asked to clean the car.

I decided to go back to school. Good thing that the tuition fee was less than 300 Pesos, I was able to enroll. There, I looked for job opportunities so I became a student's assistant in graduate library. To further support my financial needs, I also looked for scholarships.

Then I was hired as a junior engineer prior to taking my board exam. After passing the board exam, another company offered a job to me. Then they wanted me to take another degree to be better suited for the job. I couldn't pass the offer and so I became an OFW.

I decided to stay here finally, so I became an instructor and got promoted as Assistant Professor.

In the end, I learned my lesson. Honor your father and mother, obey your authorities, and you will have a fruitful life ahead of you.

Wow what an inspiring story bro. So happy that all turned out well for you and your family. [emoji106][emoji106][emoji106]

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[dr. d]

For being a rebellious son, and with a lot of wrong choices in life, I had a few odd jobs before I became an engineer.

I worked as a sales representative for Singer sewing machine. The latest was the Disc-O-Matic. There I learned how to make patterns and all sorts of things that the machine can do.



Then I became a factory worker. That is where I collect the scrapped sole rubbers from all the machines. It was a tedious job as the operators are very fast, working like a robot. No wonder, they have a quota to reach. I had to work for 12 hours from Monday to Saturday and a mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to night shift. The same goes for the whole week. Then comes the mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to day shift.

I became sickly as I'm not used to "hard" labor and lack of sleep. It was the easiest job, actually. So I had a few tardy days then absents became frequent. I got fired eventually.

As I thought it was the end, someone told me that a lending company was in need of a collector. I applied right away. To save money, I will intentionally go early than usual so that I can walk my way for a kilometer or two. In that manner, I keep my transportation allowance.

One day, the owner asked me to clean his car. That was the turning point in my life. It hit me that back then, I will ask one of our helpers to clean the car for me. But here, I was the one being asked to clean the car.

I decided to go back to school. Good thing that the tuition fee was less than 300 Pesos, I was able to enroll. There, I looked for job opportunities so I became a student's assistant in graduate library. To further support my financial needs, I also looked for scholarships, meal support, etc.

Then I was hired as a junior engineer prior to taking my board exam. After passing the board exam, another company offered a job to me. Then they wanted me to take another degree to be better suited for the job. I couldn't pass the offer and so I became an OFW.

I decided to stay here finally, so I became an instructor and got promoted as Assistant Professor.

In the end, I learned my lesson. Honor your father and mother, obey your authorities, and you will have a fruitful life ahead of you.

bravo!
pag may tiyaga...!

i can suture manually, but i can't sewing machine.

[travajante]

For being a rebellious son, and with a lot of wrong choices in life, I had a few odd jobs before I became an engineer.

I worked as a sales representative for Singer sewing machine. The latest was the Disc-O-Matic. There I learned how to make patterns and all sorts of things that the machine can do.



Then I became a factory worker. That is where I collect the scrapped sole rubbers from all the machines. It was a tedious job as the operators are very fast, working like a robot. No wonder, they have a quota to reach. I had to work for 12 hours from Monday to Saturday and a mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to night shift. The same goes for the whole week. Then comes the mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to day shift.

I became sickly as I'm not used to "hard" labor and lack of sleep. It was the easiest job, actually. So I had a few tardy days then absents became frequent. I got fired eventually.

As I thought it was the end, someone told me that a lending company was in need of a collector. I applied right away. To save money, I will intentionally go early than usual so that I can walk my way for a kilometer or two. In that manner, I keep my transportation allowance.

One day, the owner asked me to clean his car. That was the turning point in my life. It hit me that back then, I will ask one of our helpers to clean the car for me. But here, I was the one being asked to clean the car.

I decided to go back to school. Good thing that the tuition fee was less than 300 Pesos, I was able to enroll. There, I looked for job opportunities so I became a student's assistant in graduate library. To further support my financial needs, I also looked for scholarships, meal support, etc.

Then I was hired as a junior engineer prior to taking my board exam. After passing the board exam, another company offered a job to me. Then they wanted me to take another degree to be better suited for the job. I couldn't pass the offer and so I became an OFW.

I decided to stay here finally, so I became an instructor and got promoted as Assistant Professor.

In the end, I learned my lesson. Honor your father and mother, obey your authorities, and you will have a fruitful life ahead of you.

And now, I get to clean my own car. [emoji3]

Bow & Salute ya, brother Bossing![emoji120]

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[Archerfish]

Timely post, my friend and I are talking about my childhood BFF because she said that people work only because they HAVE to, not because they WANT to

Naalala ko lang sabi ni CVT na there is dignity in work, kinda stuck to me [emoji14] I am thankful and consider it a blessing to have a job that I truly love and bosses that appreciate and support me. I had to defend my job from my family when they wanted me to move to the US! So no, hindi lahat ng tao masaya ng umasa sa iba for money Sarap ng may sweldo and nobody can control you because you earn your own money.

Hindi ko na lang kinwento si crush who insists on working when he can just live off his Dad's company. Those are the type of people I admire.

I find it funny, or rather amusing, that whatever topic you start and you will end up with crush. At the same time, I find it sad. A sad day for everyday, that every time you think of crush, you couldn't express how much love you can offer, such overwhelming love, that only you can understand and feel.

So this librarian in our graduate school helped me during my college days. As years have passed, I came to love her. I even wrote a letter to her, and gave it to her. She was excited to open it, but I said no. I wanted her to read it after I'm gone.

As an OFW back then, I saved a part of my salary so that I can give it to her. I wanted buy anything for her, or have a fancy dinner. I was excited to go back home then, but later I learned that she passed away.

I cried, I cried for a long time. How I wanted to express my gratitude, or should I say love, but it was no longer possible.

I never visited her grave. Perhaps because I wanted to live in a fantasy, a fantasy where it is still possible to express that love.

bravo!
pag may tiyaga...!

i can suture manually, but i can't sewing machine.

Suture! That is one thing I'll never try. For a fainthearted guy like me, it was a struggle to "inject the needle in the meat" during our advanced first-aid training.

Bow & Salute ya, brother Bossing![emoji120]

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It's the other way around, I am your number one follower.
[emoji3]

[_Cathy_]

I find it funny, or rather amusing, that whatever topic you start and you will end up with crush. At the same time, I find it sad. A sad day for everyday, that every time you think of crush, you couldn't express how much love you can offer, such overwhelming love, that only you can understand and feel.

So this librarian in our graduate school helped me during my college days. As years have passed, I came to love her. I even wrote a letter to her, and gave it to her. She was excited to open it, but I said no. I wanted her to read it after I'm gone.

As an OFW back then, I saved a part of my salary so that I can give it to her. I wanted buy anything for her, or have a fancy dinner. I was excited to go back home then, but later I learned that she passed away.

I cried, I cried for a long time. How I wanted to express my gratitude, or should I say love, but it was no longer possible.

I never visited her grave. Perhaps because I wanted to live in a fantasy, a fantasy where it is still possible to express that love.

[emoji3]

Why did she pass away so young?

Crush and I are talking again I don't want to overwhelm him and I understand if he is wary of me because I hurt him in the past. Thanks for seeing how much overwhelming love I can offer him Pero sana it won't take too long, I don't think I will reach old age, though it might be different if I have a little crush :P

BTT: My first job was at a bank, sa cards. I'm glad I was assigned there because that got me very careful about using my card (though I learned to be diligent early kasi matagal ako extension ng family ko before I got my own when I started working) It still amazes how so many professionals who work in good companies would default on their credit cards. Some, collections would have to practically harass to get a minimum payment of P500, mga may limit na P10k. I don't mean to be condescending pero napaka simple naman na you pay what your purchase, and if you revolve, aabutin ka ng YEARS to pay off the principal, assuming that you do not make any new purchases.

[dr. d]

It still amazes how so many professionals who work in good companies would default on their credit cards. Some, collections would have to practically harass to get a minimum payment of P500, mga may limit na P10k. I don't mean to be condescending pero napaka simple naman na you pay what your purchase, and if you revolve, aabutin ka ng YEARS to pay off the principal, assuming that you do not make any new purchases.

yan yung mga lumaking walang ka-alam-alam sa pera habang lumalaki.
'kala nila, napipitas lang ang pera sa sanga ng puno.
(put wagging finger here.)

when i was younger, to save pamasahe, i would walk. a lot.
what i did not perceive at that time, because my parents bought me my shoes, was that the cost of replacement shoes overwhelmed my savings figures.
heh heh.

[travajante]

I find it funny, or rather amusing, that whatever topic you start and you will end up with crush. At the same time, I find it sad. A sad day for everyday, that every time you think of crush, you couldn't express how much love you can offer, such overwhelming love, that only you can understand and feel.

So this librarian in our graduate school helped me during my college days. As years have passed, I came to love her. I even wrote a letter to her, and gave it to her. She was excited to open it, but I said no. I wanted her to read it after I'm gone.

As an OFW back then, I saved a part of my salary so that I can give it to her. I wanted buy anything for her, or have a fancy dinner. I was excited to go back home then, but later I learned that she passed away.

I cried, I cried for a long time. How I wanted to express my gratitude, or should I say love, but it was no longer possible.

I never visited her grave. Perhaps because I wanted to live in a fantasy, a fantasy where it is still possible to express that love.

Dayummm, brother. That's a sob story.....You have your own El Bimbo![emoji852]



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[Egan101]

For being a rebellious son, and with a lot of wrong choices in life, I had a few odd jobs before I became an engineer.

I worked as a sales representative for Singer sewing machine. The latest was the Disc-O-Matic. There I learned how to make patterns and all sorts of things that the machine can do.



Then I became a factory worker. That is where I collect the scrapped sole rubbers from all the machines. It was a tedious job as the operators are very fast, working like a robot. No wonder, they have a quota to reach. I had to work for 12 hours from Monday to Saturday and a mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to night shift. The same goes for the whole week. Then comes the mandatory 8 hour work on Sunday prior to day shift.

I became sickly as I'm not used to "hard" labor and lack of sleep. It was the easiest job, actually. So I had a few tardy days then absents became frequent. I got fired eventually.

As I thought it was the end, someone told me that a lending company was in need of a collector. I applied right away. To save money, I will intentionally go early than usual so that I can walk my way for a kilometer or two. In that manner, I keep my transportation allowance.

One day, the owner asked me to clean his car. That was the turning point in my life. It hit me that back then, I will ask one of our helpers to clean the car for me. But here, I was the one being asked to clean the car.

I decided to go back to school. Good thing that the tuition fee was less than 300 Pesos, I was able to enroll. There, I looked for job opportunities so I became a student's assistant in graduate library. To further support my financial needs, I also looked for scholarships, meal support, etc.

Then I was hired as a junior engineer prior to taking my board exam. After passing the board exam, another company offered a job to me. Then they wanted me to take another degree to be better suited for the job. I couldn't pass the offer and so I became an OFW.

I decided to stay here finally, so I became an instructor and got promoted as Assistant Professor.

In the end, I learned my lesson. Honor your father and mother, obey your authorities, and you will have a fruitful life ahead of you.

And now, I get to clean my own car. [emoji3]

Share mo naman mga mis-adventures mo, bossing style ha. Hehehehe


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[jmc21420]

My first job was a cleaner.

We were dirt poor way back.

Because my grandparents couldn’t send me to college, after graduating in a barangay high school, I left my hometown and went to the city, stayed with a distant relative, and applied as a janitor in some unheard of university.

Pursuing my dream to have a college education in order to be different from my contemporaries who stayed and remain to till the soil, I worked as hard as I could as a cleaner by day— cleaning toilets and sinks and mopping floors— and doubled as a student by night, taking up a course in business.

It took me almost 7 years to finish college.

After college, I worked at a large food company for four years.

For some reason, I went back home and ran for a barangay position but lost.

One year after that heart-rending loss, the vice mayor who was my party-mate took me in as secretary of the sanggunian.

In the 90s, I took up a masters degree at some university.

That degree paved the way for me to hold a supervisory position in the planning and development office of our province.

In the early part of 2000, I was granted scholarship abroad thru ADS. When I came back, I was connected with a national government agency. I worked there for 5 years. Late 2000, I resigned and ventured into agri- business.

In May 2013, I ran again for an elective position and won, but forced to fold up my business as it was losing. Bad debts were piling up high. (my constituents were always asking for credit, and I couldn’t even say NO).

In 2015, I relinquished my position because I was appointed to a position of higher responsibility (and, maybe partly because politics not really my cup of tea). Three years later, I was promoted to another position.

Looking back, I learned that one’s provenance doesn’t really matter much, nor where one has finished his studies.

What matters to me is, and this I got from Viktor Frankl, whether you have the “why,” because if you have that you can endure almost any “how.”

Now, I already have a driver, whereas before even owning a bicycle was like a mirage.

But, I’m still dreaming things, or setting up goals to achieve, and working hard to make those dreams and goals come true. And be the best version of myself.

I’m learning a new language, learning to strum a guitar, to play the keyboard, and to sing.

I’m into bodybuilding and practical shooting.

If not for this pandemic, I would have enrolled in scuba and sky diving.


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[travajante]

My first job was a cleaner.

We were dirt poor way back.

Because my grandparents couldn’t send me to college, after graduating in a barangay high school, I left my hometown and went to the city, stayed with a distant relative, and applied as a janitor in some unheard of university.

Pursuing my dream to have a college education in order to be different from my contemporaries who stayed and remain to till the soil, I worked as hard as I could as a cleaner by day— cleaning toilets and sinks and mopping floors— and doubled as a student by night, taking up a course in business.

It took me almost 7 years to finish college.

After college, I worked at a large food company for four years.

For some reason, I went back home and ran for a barangay position but lost.

One year after that heart-rending loss, the vice mayor who was my party-mate took me in as secretary of the sanggunian.

In the 90s, I took up a masters degree at some university.

That degree paved the way for me to hold a supervisory position in the planning and development office of our province.

In the early part of 2000, I was granted scholarship abroad thru ADS. When I came back, I was connected with a national government agency. I worked there for 5 years. Late 2000, I resigned and ventured into agri- business.

In May 2013, I ran again for an elective position and won, but forced to fold up my business as it was losing. Bad debts were piling up high. (my constituents were always asking for credit, and I couldn’t even say NO).

In 2015, I relinquished my position because I was appointed to a position of higher responsibility (and, maybe partly because politics not really my cup of tea). Three years later, I was promoted to another position.

Looking back, I learned that one’s provenance doesn’t really matter much, nor where one has finished his studies.

What matters to me is, and this I got from Viktor Frankl, whether you have the “why,” because if you have that you can endure almost any “how.”

Now, I already have a driver, whereas before even owning a bicycle was like a mirage.

But, I’m still dreaming things, or setting up goals to achieve, and working hard to make those dreams and goals come true. And be the best version of myself.

I’m learning a new language, learning to strum a guitar, to play the keyboard, and to sing.

I’m into bodybuilding and practical shooting.

If not for this pandemic, I would have enrolled in scuba and sky diving.


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Hats off, coach![emoji120]

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[jmc21420]

Hats off, coach![emoji120]

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I forgot to say that to finish high school was a stretch because I had to trek 7 kilometers back and forth from Monday to Friday. Back then, I had to thread a rebel infested area.

The barangay high school where I graduated was more than 3 kilometers away from my grandparents’ house. I was living with my grandparents on my father’s side because I was orphaned at a young age.

But, damn, I survived.

Every and now then I would relate this life experience to my children, and it would leave them incredulous every time.

I joked them how lucky they are: to have parents that tend to them and look after their needs, for studying in a private school, being fetched in school with a car, and not worrying about food and everything.


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[dr. d]

our parents and their kapatids were already alive during WWII.
they talk little about it.
i can not imagine the reasons why.

a worker in our workplace was a boy, then.
what he remembers, was the hunger.

us?
we were born with a wooden spoon.
no royal treatment, but we did not get hungry. we had clothes on our backs, and shoes on our feet.
we had a B&W TV set. it would get hot, such that viewing was limited to two hours' length only.

my first job was a teaching position, immediately after college.
my fondest memory then, was my salary!
i gave it to mom. she declined. i did not insist.
heh heh.

[travajante]

our parents and their kapatids were already alive during WWII.
they talk little about it.
i can not imagine the reasons why.

a worker in our workplace was a boy, then.
what he remembers, was the hunger.

us?
we were born with a wooden spoon.
no royal treatment, but we did not get hungry. we had clothes on our backs, and shoes on our feet.
we had a B&W TV set. it would get hot, such that viewing was limited to two hours' length only.

my first job was a teaching position, immediately after college.
my fondest memory then, was my salary!
i gave it to mom. she declined. i did not insist.
heh heh.

[emoji106][emoji106][emoji106][emoji4]

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[_Cathy_]

my fondest memory then, was my salary!
i gave it to mom. she declined. i did not insist.
heh heh.

doc, there is a pamahiin that the first salary should all be spent for panlilibre, swerte daw, mas mabilis lalago, so that's what I did. My next job was very much higher pay so must be true. Ang mali ko, hindi na ko nanlibre ng buo sa next job, baka kaya di na lumaki LOL

[travajante]

I forgot to say that to finish high school was a stretch because I had to trek 7 kilometers back and forth from Monday to Friday. Back then, I had to thread a rebel infested area.

The barangay high school where I graduated was more than 3 kilometers away from my grandparents’ house. I was living with my grandparents on my father’s side because I was orphaned at a young age.

But, damn, I survived.

Every and now then I would relate this life experience to my children, and it would leave them incredulous every time.

I joked them how lucky they are: to have parents that tend to them and look after their needs, for studying in a private school, being fetched in school with a car, and not worrying about food and everything.


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There is a God!!! You're so blessed, coach....continue being an inspiring role model![emoji120][emoji106]

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[CVT]

I forgot to say that to finish high school was a stretch because I had to trek 7 kilometers back and forth from Monday to Friday. Back then, I had to thread a rebel infested area.

The barangay high school where I graduated was more than 3 kilometers away from my grandparents’ house. I was living with my grandparents on my father’s side because I was orphaned at a young age.

But, damn, I survived.

Every and now then I would relate this life experience to my children, and it would leave them incredulous every time.

I joked them how lucky they are: to have parents that tend to them and look after their needs, for studying in a private school, being fetched in school with a car, and not worrying about food and everything.


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May your tribe increase bro!

[dr. d]

May your tribe increase bro!

...but not the rebels!
heh heh.

[monty_GTV]

my 1st job was in a semicon company in the summer capital right after graduating college. spent a year with the company while reviewing for the board, then took and passed the board. decided not to go back in the company and worked in a local construction company. 1st project was in a power plant construction. after few projects and gaining some experience, decided to go and work overseas.

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[mokong22]

My ist job was a crew at carls jr. At q.a qc

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