What Was Your First Job?

[_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.

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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.

[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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[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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[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.

[jmc21420]

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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]

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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[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.

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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

[Gumusut_Amige]

My first job was a welding engr in one of the heavy construction company further down south of manila. It lasted for 2+ yrs.
pag umuuwi after payday abot kay wifey ang sahod ng buong-buo. Tapos pagbalik sa trabaho yung inabot ko na sahod ko ay sya rin baon ko pabalik. sabi nga nya... pinahawak mo lang pala hahaha.
Tama, hindi kayang bumuhay ng isang pamilya ang sahod ko noon. Suma total, wala akong naipon o nabili man lang na gamit para kay wifey o sa sarili ko habang nagtratrabaho ako sa pinas. But, the experience I gained is priceless…yun naman ang ginamit kong puhunan para maka pagtrabaho sa overseas.
Kung hindi lang sa wuhan virus na ito malamang retirado na ako as ofw. Napilitan na lang mag-extend ng contract last end of march dahil sa covid19 lockdown!

[dr. d]

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

in those days,
hindi uso ang magpakain sa workplace. if there were, eyebrows would raise.
catering wasn't in vogue, except for official happenings like homecomings..
eating out was an unusual occurence.

ngayon na lang in vogue and panlilibre.

[yubby24]

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

In our field, we call that 'first blood'. Hehe. Di naman kailangan magarbo ang pakain. Kahit pamerienda lang na donuts pwede na.

[dr. d]

In our field, we call that 'first blood'. Hehe. Di naman kailangan magarbo ang pakain. Kahit pamerienda lang na donuts pwede na.

we would keep mum on when we got our first salary. inu-uwi muna namin sa bahay.

times have changed.
back then, a bilao of pancit was cause for celebration. big-time na yon!
it also needed more planning. advance ordering by at least a day. delivery service was via the proprietor's anak on a padjak tricycle, but only after the anak's escuela. otherwise, you must pick your order up.
life was simpler, back then.
heh heh.

today, we phone-order for a bilao of food, delivered to your workplace, in two hours. lalang.

[_Cathy_]

In our field, we call that 'first blood'. Hehe. Di naman kailangan magarbo ang pakain. Kahit pamerienda lang na donuts pwede na.

Yes, first blood din sa office namin In my previous job they called it somthing else but I forgot hehe

we would keep mum on when we got our first salary. inu-uwi muna namin sa bahay.

times have changed.
back then, a bilao of pancit was cause for celebration. big-time na yon!
it also needed more planning. advance ordering by at least a day. delivery service was via the proprietor's anak on a padjak tricycle, but only after the anak's escuela. otherwise, you must pick your order up.
life was simpler, back then.
heh heh.

today, we phone-order for a bilao of food, delivered to your workplace, in two hours. lalang.

First salary ko doc, early 2000s na hehe but that was almost 20 yrs ago! Wow!

Amber's? I love their spaghetti and pichi pichi

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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.