Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Letting go

 I felt a resurgence of positive energy. After all the awful things of the past year, it's time to let go of them all and move on. As much as I'd like to, I am held back by anger.

I held this anger for the people I cared for but betrayed me in the end. Now that they're out of my life, I can only move forward if I am not held back by hatred.

They may have disappointed me, but it was a learning experience. I could only wish them good luck and stop caring, for the world will keep on turning and the universe keep on existing.

All of us are insignificant. Me. Them. You.

I say, letting go made me feel good. It felt like I can do anything. I felt the nice positive energy flowing immediately.

The only thing to complain about: As with most things in my life, there is a song for every milestone. And as much as I hate it, the Frozen theme song played, Let it Go. Somebody suggest something!

Then, I had to meet me girlfriend. I stayed outside the building, where the old office was housed.

Then I saw them. A wave of anger and hatred flooded me. I stormed off, the memories of the things they've done flashed backin my memory. The sabotage, the trash talk, the backstabbing.

I ain't over it. I probably ever won't. I came to the realization that I can't forgive easily. So, here's what we're gonna do. I have let go — or at least pretend to let go. Since I can't tell the difference if I really did, let's just say that I did let go and will never be in a situation that could remind me of the vile things those wonderful people have done.

Send me a "letting go" song. It might help.

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Job I did not Have

The interview was the best I had in months. I did well, I think. It was for a brokerage company in the Philippines that will mostly work with ForEx.

The interview we had, I was seated with three other kids in their twenties who made me feel old. They seem like smart kids, a bit inexperienced with presenting themselves, though. With a little bit of work, I think they'll be good. 

Two of them came from top universities in the Philippines. It almost made me feel bad about myself, but like what I learned when dealing with situations like these: just swallow it up and be confident. I did not carefully  trim my beard only to choke and crash miserably. 

I did get a job offer. The job promises us to learn from experts. It would have been nice if I was younger; but we were only gonna get an allowance for food and transportation. I have bills to pay. If you've seen the place, the closest eateries there are coffee shops with fancy food. There's a McDonald's nearby, but you have to cross a busy highway with fast-driving cars.

I was the only guy who asked about client sourcing, and it seems like we have to grow our portfolio on our own. Networking is a recurring theme then.

I am gonna die working there. Will Smith can inspire people via his movie In Pursuit of Happyness; but I can get no high yields, because I have nothing to give, darn it.