doodles and babbles

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Maikli na lang 'to, promise

1. Nagtest ako sa Medical City nung Tuesday. Halos kabisado ko na sagot. Nakakaanotk. Nagtataka yung isa naming nakatrabaho dun na si Ma'am Nerisse. "Arianne, bakit ka pa nagaganyan, eh alam mo na yan?!" sabi niya. Ay ewan.

2. Ininterview ako ng manager. Ma'am Noyce is her name. And yes, she is noisy. No joke. Pero mabait. Tanong tanong. Sagot sagot. Ano natutunan ko daw from the training, blablabla. Sabi niya 2 people na ang nagleave. Plus si Mam Lorraine pa na manganganak. I'm gonna fill in those GAP. My gulay...

3. She said it's gonna be toxic. I know. I anticipated it. But she said I won't be left alone. Everything will be explained to me before they give the job.

4. I said I'll be honest with her. I have a pending application in Union Bank. I don't want to commit yet until I'm sure. She said it's ok. She said I'll just let her know what would be my decision.

5. Afterwards I went to Union Bank. Had my initial interview. No vacancy. The ambiance is cold. Strange. They'll try to fit me into contractual jobs in HR. Expect their call next week.

6. I went home. I realized kung wala rin namang vacancy ang UB at contractual lang din offer nila, eh, sa MedCity nalang ako. Mas ok na ko dun. Gamay ko na ang lugar. Medyo kilala ko na ang mga tao. At sila ang mas may need. I decided to let go of UB. So MedCity na ako.

7. I called my mom. She said na sabi daw ng mga officemates niya, di na rin daw masyado maganda UB ngayon. Dati oo. Pero ngayon parang may problems daw. I don't know how to explain but I surely understood it. And I'm glad I chose MedCity.

8. I know. Toxic. Toxic. Toxic. Some people are maybe hard to work with but I'm not yet sure of that. But I know it is here that God wants to put me. Maybe for the meantime. Maybe for life time. Whichever, I give praise to Him for leading me to the path He himself set before me.

9. I called MedCity. Said I'm pursuing my application there. I'm now for medical exam. And for the completion of requirements (201 file). Be back on monday to pass them.

10. I realized, shucks... a year ago, I'm filing who-knows-who-are-these-people's 201 files in the cramp storage room of MedCity HR. Next week, mine would be among those in the filing cabinets. Long folder. 4 pix. Red background. Fastener. Big name label. Surname first.

This is it.

NBI clearance. Police clearance. SSS. Sedula. Adult world stuff. I can't believe I'm actually dealing with them now.

Shucks. I'm an adult already.

11:29 PM
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