To date, itrsquo;s been roughly five months since I left the workforce. This equates to five-months of being in the state of utter gluttony and pennilessness. Luckily, I was still able to live decently, many thanks to my gracious relatives and hardworking mother who provided me with shelter, food and everything else despite my being useless.
Okay, herersquo;s the story. I was employed at a call center in Ortigas as Recruitment Specialist a few days before my graduation. I remember being totally excited as the HR officer called me up for contract signing. As it was my first job, I couldnrsquo;t help but feel giddy. I was totally in high spirits that I dropped what I was doing (I was in UP that time applying for clearance and TOR) and headed home to prepare for the contract-signing in Ortigas.
So I was hired. I became the regular employeemdash; went to work from eight to five, joined the hordes of commuters lining up at the terminal, visited the mall after work hours and so on. It was nice at first, but then things got complicated when my family realized that I was working for a no-namer company and they made it obvious that they feel bad about it. What made matters worse for them is that I signed for a 2-year contract. For them, being tied to an obscure company, and a call center to boot, is simply unacceptable especially for a UP graduate with an almost cum laude average like me. There was tension because I refused to resign and my father felt like I rebelled against his wishes, which is absolute taboo in our family. I cried nights because of this. I come to work heavy-hearted because the whole clan was against something without fault. Every bit of my reasoning justified my decision to stay, but it took one critical moment to give up what Irsquo;ve fought for.
May of this year, Tatayrsquo;s condition started to deteriorate. He started to get weak, spent more hours lying in bed than up and about doing his daily activities. The atmosphere at home became woeful as worries for tatayrsquo;s health condition hounded everyone in the family. My aunties asked me to quit my job so that I can spend time with tatay. �They all know that among his children, I was closest to him. They believed too that my presence would, even just a bit, ease the pain that he had been suffering. They didnrsquo;t have to ask me though, for I have decided on that before they even asked me. I hurriedly resigned, went home to Batangas and made amends with my father. I would later know that it was the start of the last three months in tatayrsquo;s life, and the three months that I would treasure for the rest of my life.
During those times of living the great bum life, which I describe as
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