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Actually, this is already my second course since I had previously acquired a degree in Mass Communication (March 26, 2011 to be exact). Through the encouragement of my mother, on June 2013 (after resigning from three different types of jobs), I enrolled for a Certificate in Professional Education (CPE) at a state university in Cebu and studied for a semester equivalent to 18 units, with classes on Saturdays and Sundays.

The procedure was easy and agreeable—from enrollment to the start of classes. The lectures/lessons were good, fine, and cool—no pressure, no stress, less responsibilities. The professors were as cool as their students. My classmates were best, especially when it comes to fun! 

But the whole sem was not consumed well especially for a student like me who only accepted mama’s offer for further study because of missing the so-called “parent’s allowance.” To recall, I did not attend a single class or subject in June, while good that I attended four weekends in July. In August, I only attended two Saturdays & Sundays. In September, wow, that was a month of complete attendance because it was filled with physical and social activities. In October, the last month of the semester, we only had two weekend classes.

After complying all subject requirements and after getting all supporting documents from previous school to another, came December and second week of the month was the deadline of filing for the teacher’s board exam.

While some were busy preparing for the exam, there was I, busy roaming around, visiting places, hanging out with friends and classmates, or in other words “lakwatsa hanggang sawa”—the usual thing Dora does.

Mama recommended that I enroll in a review center, but I told myself it would be another round of ‘money spending’ and I would rather study or read my own. But instead of reading, still, I spent the rest of my days hanging out some more.

I have an aunt who took a review as she was also set to take the board exam. I sometimes borrowed the book they’re using, but only very seldom because anytime she needs it, I got no other option but to return the material. It’s not mine anyway.

And since my major is English and Literature, we have this book which I spent some time reading. I did not actually read the whole content, only the important ones. My time studying or reading purely depended on the mood/interest and condition of the eye.

Here’s the book I referred to which I’m very much willing to lend to anybody who needs it.

Actually, on November of 2012, I was offered a position as Administrative Assistant II (for CY 2013) in the Local School Board. It was even me who prepared the names of the employees to be renewed and to be promoted. It was also me who submitted the first copy of the endorsement (signed by the Mayor and by the Committee Chairman) to the HR Department. But on the day after, I realized that if accepting the job would mean having her as my head, then I would rather turn it down. Who I mean as “her” is the old woman who caused so much pain in me, the woman who will I hate forever, the she-wolf in my room.

On the 28^th of January this year, I was hired in one of the best Health Care Industry providers. It was supposedly the second break, if I did not reject. There were other final interviews which I preferred not to attend to.  

Then I found this job which would give me the chance to explore places, which is on the top of my list. And this is where I am now. But I knew from the start that I won’t stay here for long, because prior to accepting this, mama already told me about their plan of sending me back to the university grounds to take units in Education, as she and papa badly want me to have a stable job. It’s them who are greatly worried, contrary to my attitude that’s happy-go-lucky and which happiness lies on simple things. 

I want to enjoy. I still want to enjoy this work! Becoming a teacher was never part of my ambition. But apparently, I also realized that I have to get a stable job. Every day, my age is getting older. And I believe, mama and papa are only thinking of what’s best for me. This is for my own good. Yes, they’re right!

I’m supposed to be enrolling now, but because there’s no summer class being offered, then I’ll be taking the program this coming semester.

This resignation marks the third “walk out” I had in my entire labour/employment life. First, if I did not leave teaching, until now, I’m still a Secondary English teacher. Second, if did not quit public service, until now, I’m still a government employee. Lastly, if I will not end this, I’ll still be connected in Sales and Marketing.

I’ll be leaving soon. Hence, I can say that I am a person who got No Permanent Job Address.

Since the day you've interviewed and questioned me why I was able to work in “your” government (because I am not a native of your city), until today, my last day in the office, I still do not like you. That’s why you are not worthy of any closing remarks and best wishes as I walk out of your office, from your nonstop commands and favors. And yes, the last laugh is mine!

Do you know how happy I am? I’m sure you cannot fathom it. This is the day I’ve waited in my entire working life since you assumed as additional head of the office and replaced the original one, the kinder one.

I could still remember when you questioned my daily time record (DTR); told me face to face that I  wasn’t supposed to be at the government (because there are more deserving applicants from your place as evidenced by the piles of application letters and resumes at the HR); when you sought help from a higher ranking employee (whose attitude is the same as yours) about my “reporting” to another office without the Chief Executive Officer’s signature (which then prompted to the final re-assignment of some of the long-serving employees) and me being “scolded” by that high ranking employee ( I have just mentioned) inside her office; the 29^th and 30^th of July which forced me to create lies and be absent from duty because I don’t want to obey your order (when you asked me to enter the data of all casual and regular employees under one particular department ); the days when you requested me to count how much money is left for the office and determined which activities have been and have not been conducted yet; the time when you asked me to augment the budget to be used as wage for additional office employees; the urgent time when you asked me to prepare the budget proposal for 2013 (which was the most challenging of all, and I thank you for that); when we were together during the budget hearing at one training center; when we were at the height of preparation for the month-long celebration and at the events itself; and more occasions, not to include the almost every day when you ask us to go to your office despite you having two regular assistants already. And speaking of assistants, there was also this one time when you asked me to be your assistant which got a “no comment” response from me.

Since you came to the office, lives have become hell for some, and perhaps, “heaven with a twist” for others. And well, I still did handle and surpass those times when we were together because of one trick—“plastikan” (being fake).

Now, I’m assigned to another office. So bye bye madame!

PS. Don’t worry. The next time we meet, I’ll show you the same trick again. Haha! Evil laugh…

Peace of Advice: ‘Wag kang masyadong “feeling” sa posisyon mo. Baka kunin yan sa’yo ni Lord. At ‘wag masyadong bossy. Yang mga tao sa paligid mo, hindi mo sila maid.