Hating My Job
My job pays the bills. My job gives me spending money. My job lends me a company car and laptop. My job gives me free internet access.
Those are the only good things about my job.
But I hate the heavy workload, the stress, the mindless pressure from my clueless superiors, the backbiting from my scheming officemates, the sloth and gross ignorance of my subordinates, the arrogance of my customers, the crabbiness of my peers. And the list goes on and on.
Why do I persist? Perhaps because know it's hard to find a good job out there, let alone the "dream job" where you're supposed to like what you're doing so much that you're overjoyed that they're paying you to do it. Perhaps because the uncertainty of finding another job forces me to suffer the certainty of this detestable excuse for work.
BTW, job coaches will always say, "Think about what you want to do, then find a job that's related to that interest." Unfortunately, what my foremost interest is, right now, is to STOP working and to loaf to my heart's content!
I often wonder, assuming I do get another job, how the heck do I know I wouldn't find myself in a worse situation? When companies hire, the selling goes both ways -- I try to dazzle them with my brilliance while they try to seduce me with their perks and work environment. So maybe the disappointment goes both ways as well?
Anybody out there with a job offer?
Terrorists at our doorstep
The Abu Sayyaf bandit group has claimed responsibility for 3 Valentine's Day bombing incidents in the Philippines. They set off bombs in a bus, a bus terminal and a shopping mall.
In their statement, they vowed to continue their strikes, while making no distinctions between civilians and soldiers. They claim that civilians choose their own government; thus, if their government "oppresses Muslims", then the civilians are equally guilty of oppression and are fair game for the Abu Sayyaf brand's of punishment.
I find this logic untenable, leading me to believe that the Abu Sayyaf are either cowardly or stupid. For one thing, the rest of Muslim Mindanao are participating in the support of the Philippine government by voting, paying taxes, and using public services. Does that mean that the Abu Sayyaf will also bomb its own Muslim brothers -- the very people they claim to defend?
From another angle, assuming that the people also detest the current administration (the way the Abu Sayyaf does), why do they deserve to die? Many citizens in Manila, Davao and General Santos Cities have no love lost for President Gloria Arroyo. Yet they are lumped together and exposed to the same dangers as the "oppressors" the Abu Sayyaf seek to punish.
If the agenda was to destabilize, then doing so by public bombing shows the Abu Sayyaf's self-centeredness and wanton disregard for human life. They are better off doing assassination of the military and government leaders they despise. They may even get some public sympathy for their cause.
If the agenda was to divert attention and resources from the war in Jolo, that was a miscalculation. More than ever, the Arroyo government will throw in more resources in an effort to quickly douse the fire.
If the intention was to provoke the government to implement more stringent measures and thus make more mistakes against the Muslim population, then it shows the Abu Sayyaf's bloodthirsty nature that they would offer more lives of their brethren, just to promote their "cause."
No doubt, the Abu Sayyaf are a spent force pretending to have ideological grounding but in reality are mere bandits seeking international recognition, power and money at any cost. The sooner they are hunted down and destroyed like the vermin that they really are, the better for both Muslims and Christian Filipinos.
The Remains of My Day
Hectic with a capital "H".
The past 2 days have been quite tiring, as I've been squiring about town a foreign guest who wanted to meet my customers. While he speaks passably good English, his accent and intonation make him quite difficult to understand. So apart from escort, I also double as a virtual interpreter -- to customers who speak little English.
Sorry, not just hectic, but a headache as well.
God, I can't believe I just wrote that.
Time for a sleeping pill.
My Very First Blog
Hey. My first entry in my first weblog.
Well, this day is full of firsts.
Pardon the amateurish contents. Stuck and confused on my first day in blogger.
Hopefully, learning curve is not steep.
Have to get back to work.
