A few days before my grandfather's (mother's side) birthday, the family decided to have lunch at my grandparents' house.
Before I go on telling the story, allow me to provide a little context of the family. My grandfather (we call him Papi) is a devoted Catholic. My mom became a Christian through my dad a few months before they were married and basically, Papi hated that. Let's just say the grandchildren had some emotion impact on the grandparents that we were included on gatherings. He still doesn't like my dad as much though. Anyway...
We were at the dining table. My mother announced that I just got a job this week. Without looking at me, Papi asked me where and what kind of job I would be doing. I told him I'm going to be a reporter for a business paper. He asked what exactly does a reporter do. I told him I have to write articles that are aimed to be published on the paper. He looked at me with some concern and asked if the pay was going to be on the basis of the published work. When I told him no, he started eating once more.
After awhile, he started saying that's very good. I'm going to be on a good track. By being exposed with a variety of businesses, I would be able to know what kind of business to put up and how to handle it. He kept saying very good.
He asked me what will become of my studies. I told him I just graduated last April so I'm all for working.
The only advice he could give me as he said, if I may quote him, is "Don't fall in love seriously." He said it will keep me from aiming higher things in life. I think what he really meant there is that I should not hurry to get married.
I've always had that pressure of becoming the better person in place of my dad, especially in front of Papi. Obviously, he knew very little in my life, little in fact I doubt if he ever knew I transfered schools four years ago. Hearing these words which is basically the only advice he had given me for the past 22 years, I definitely will never forget this episode in my life.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
super blessed!
This week, I am proud to say, have overflowed me with blessings.
I got a call from a business paper last week telling me I was to have an interview last Wednesday. Come Wednesday, I was face to face the paper's managing editor. He asked me the basic stuff, like why I chose to apply for that paper, where else did I apply for work, and what was my thesis about. He also inquired if I were an activist but aside from these, most of what has been said in the interview is about the newspaper, the reporter's working condition and what to expect if I were to work there.
Now, I have to make a confession. I don't think I did good during the interview. I was, the most, honest such that I told them the reason why I applied for that paper is because I felt like it and my dad always dreamed that his daughter would be a business reporter instead of going into politics writing.
Wednesday night, one of the editors to where I had my internship called me up to tell me I got the job at their organization. Of course, I was happy indeed but since the managing editor of the business paper told me that they'd call me the next day, I had to be honest to tell him I want to wait for the result from the other company.
I got a call from the business paper Thursday afternoon telling me I got the job.
Now I have to be honest. I love where I had my internship. It was a blessing during the time I was out of focus and I had more than one priority in mind. Though they are not strict with the time at the office, I had learned a lot and the experience is something I will always remember. And I was actually happy to settle with them. But then, the opportunity at the business paper came.
I've always wanted to write for a newspaper, a broadsheet to be exact, although I really think I do not have the ability for such. I am not a good writer (especially if compared to my batchmates) and I have a lot of other things in mind, like the church and my other commitments with God. I also had some apprehension if I would really get into too much politics like I did when I was in the council (because I know for myself I will have that same passion for action which will put me in a difficult position again).
The business paper offers a good pay (better than I had hoped and prayed for). Since it is a weekday paper, much of the work will be done on weekdays. Although Sundays could be in danger to sacrifice, the managing editor told me that ever since he was assigned to his position (which is since 1992), he only had two reporters that resigned because Sunday was taken away from them. Writing for this paper will put me into politics but not as much as other newspapers and my concern for direct action will not be triggered too much (I hope).
This opportunity is a clear-cut blessing which I cannot deny and I am just simply happy God has put me in this. I know it's not going to be easy but I think I'll just be too happy to think about stress. Anyway, I've been stress ever since I ran for the elections. How different will be?
I got a call from a business paper last week telling me I was to have an interview last Wednesday. Come Wednesday, I was face to face the paper's managing editor. He asked me the basic stuff, like why I chose to apply for that paper, where else did I apply for work, and what was my thesis about. He also inquired if I were an activist but aside from these, most of what has been said in the interview is about the newspaper, the reporter's working condition and what to expect if I were to work there.
Now, I have to make a confession. I don't think I did good during the interview. I was, the most, honest such that I told them the reason why I applied for that paper is because I felt like it and my dad always dreamed that his daughter would be a business reporter instead of going into politics writing.
Wednesday night, one of the editors to where I had my internship called me up to tell me I got the job at their organization. Of course, I was happy indeed but since the managing editor of the business paper told me that they'd call me the next day, I had to be honest to tell him I want to wait for the result from the other company.
I got a call from the business paper Thursday afternoon telling me I got the job.
Now I have to be honest. I love where I had my internship. It was a blessing during the time I was out of focus and I had more than one priority in mind. Though they are not strict with the time at the office, I had learned a lot and the experience is something I will always remember. And I was actually happy to settle with them. But then, the opportunity at the business paper came.
I've always wanted to write for a newspaper, a broadsheet to be exact, although I really think I do not have the ability for such. I am not a good writer (especially if compared to my batchmates) and I have a lot of other things in mind, like the church and my other commitments with God. I also had some apprehension if I would really get into too much politics like I did when I was in the council (because I know for myself I will have that same passion for action which will put me in a difficult position again).
The business paper offers a good pay (better than I had hoped and prayed for). Since it is a weekday paper, much of the work will be done on weekdays. Although Sundays could be in danger to sacrifice, the managing editor told me that ever since he was assigned to his position (which is since 1992), he only had two reporters that resigned because Sunday was taken away from them. Writing for this paper will put me into politics but not as much as other newspapers and my concern for direct action will not be triggered too much (I hope).
This opportunity is a clear-cut blessing which I cannot deny and I am just simply happy God has put me in this. I know it's not going to be easy but I think I'll just be too happy to think about stress. Anyway, I've been stress ever since I ran for the elections. How different will be?
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