Of hunting, searching, lala-ing

It’s true when they say that things, good or bad, come when one least expects them. It’s just proof that we’re never really prepared for anything.

I started applying for work (the certification of absolute grown-up-hood) way back in January. Nothing too aggressive; it was more of a safety net since I hated falling behind anyone am intense that way.Β  I was juggling interviews with finals and other graduation requirements. And when everyone else began their hunt, I stopped.

I’d been balancing school and work (different internships per semester) since junior year. Everyone stressing about employment made me realize that I needed a break. “Sharpen the saw,” as Jason would put it. It was more of reviving the momentum than cutting it. I fb-eavesdropped on one of my friends’ walls and saw one of her aunts tell her not to be too much in a hurry. These idle times are short compared to a life-long job. But I didn’t want to be too idle either. So, I opted to volunteer for the elections throughout the summer. I posted my resume on job sites but again, nothing too serious.

I started applying aggressively during my final week as an ABS-CBN election volunteer. This looks fun; oh I’d love to do this; this company pays well. Off my resumes went. I attended interviews, once even four in a day; i took all these exams that I started to think testing my IQ was an insult to my intelligence. Then I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

For expectant job-seekers, waiting is the hardest part. Imagine how it was for me who only has less than an inch of patience to start with. But it wasn’t so much the desire of having an actual job than the feeling of being left behind. The latter was so much more important. And after much worrying and almost nail-biting (I gave that up last year, remember?), I received a call… then another one… then another one.

Each one of them seemed so promising that it was difficult to choose which path I really wanted to go. They were all different but related fields and I felt that choosing was crucial since it would be my lifelong career. Saying no has never been one of my strong points, but it was harder since 1. I didn’t want to cut any ties with anybody; 2. Jobs were a scarcity and very much in demand. Saying no felt like throwing perfectly good cake away. In this point where I am virtually a nobody in the industry I want to crack into, I couldn’t be choosy (yes, even with the Ateneo diploma and medal over my head). After long hours of consultation and weighing, I finally settled on one.

And it’s great. But I haven’t closed my doors yet. I could say I’m not looking for a job… more of a better opportunity. And now I have another stampede coming through my door. And I have no idea what to do.


Tomorrow, I shall post photos of Jason and his first girlfriend. πŸ˜€

4 responses to “Of hunting, searching, lala-ing

  1. Curious_Passerby

    What is the purpose of posting the photos? πŸ™‚ Just curious!

    • Oh hi! Are you by any chance related to me? I’m a Dy too and that would be totally awesome.

      Hahaha… well, because the photos are cute. Besides, they’re a tiny Jason with his arm wrapped around a mermaid. πŸ˜€ I sure won’t post any with any other actual girl because that would totally be tacky not to mention obnoxious, don’t you think? Hahaha.

      I actually decided not to post them because it’s a Jason-still-in-puberty look but just to clarify things, I will. πŸ˜€

      πŸ˜€ Have a great day! πŸ˜€

  2. I’m confused, so are you going to post it not? πŸ™‚ Your reply is quite vague, don’t you think?

    And whats up with the mermaid? πŸ˜›

    • I’m glad that you’re so interested in the post. πŸ˜€ I’ve actually been catching up with work these past few days (so I don’t have time to compose new entries) but once I’ve posted it, I’ll be sure to update you. πŸ˜€

      It’s pretty self-explanatory… your mermaid question will be answered then. πŸ˜€

      πŸ˜€ have a nice day!

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