Sunday, March 4, 2012

Just lick. Don't Bite.

I tried Magnum out of curiosity
And I was caught by surprise.
The chocolate covered popsicle is one of a kind.

I started from the top
The chocolate melts in the mouth.
Then I sucked what's inside.
Melted vanilla on my tongue.

I had to maneuver
I cannot make a spill.
I had to lick all the sides to make sure there's no drip.

I sucked gently and carefully
The chocolate cannot drop
Until there was nothing left but a popsicle stick
With a few chocolates clinging on the sides.

I licked it off so very carefully
'til the stick was neat as new.
Then I threw it in a trashcan wearing a silly smile on my face
Because by then I knew that I just practiced kissing.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Describe yourself: I'm ice cold.

Perhaps, you may have asked yourself, "What happened to her? She seemed OK to me. Why do they dislike her?" Well, in fact, I asked myself the same question. The moment I heard all the negative comments, I felt misunderstood. Then after the long and painful process of mulling over what I might have done and how they might have reacted to my actions, I eventually came to ask myself "What's wrong with me? Why did they side with my hater? Because sir, I have one. But we will go to that later." Then I was enlightened.

Work wise, I can say that I was OK. In fact, if there was a hidden camera somewhere in the office, I'm sure you might have said the same. But the problem was my inability to adjust to environment that I was in. After much thinking, I realized that the people inside the office are very vocal. They complain when they had to. They say exactly what they want to say, although they sometimes do it indirectly. I, however, remained quiet as ever. But my face doesn't hide anything. It's transparent as water. And that was a bad combination. It jeopardized my career. I owed my colleagues my explanation for the times I frowned after they've said or done something that I disapproved of. For instance, during those times that I went back to the office longer than I was supposed to be out for an errand, I should have explained to them that I was asked to wait that's why I came back late. They may not have asked for an explanation, but they deserved to hear one. I also owed myself an apology because I didn't make any attempt to clear my name. There was even one instance when I was reprimanded by an uber senior for doing a task for so long. I should have told her that after she left, one phone call after another came and I catered all even those phone calls at the other line. When she came back, that was only the time that I started doing the task I was supposed to do.

Lastly, the issue with my hater. I kept asking myself then why she was always angry at everyone especially towards me. Then I came to this conclusion. She's fire, I'm ice. While she's very vocal with her angst, I remain a mystery to her. She can see that I disapprove of the way she has treated me and the way that she's treating the others, but not knowing what I have to say or my opinion angers her all the more. She's been very unprofessional towards me. She didn't leave me any endorsement four times and once when I confronted her about one task that she neglected and passed on to me, she merely said that neglecting that task is really done on all juniors. That for me was unprofessional. I hold her responsible for spreading rumors about me. At least two of my colleagues have told me that she was saying things behind my back and I once overheard her. The story was changed slightly to make me appear bad. Perhaps, it's one of the reasons why some sided with her. Because she was the one talking. I did nothing to defend myself.


And before I go, I'd like to say that it's good that we only talked now. All the weeks of waiting had lead me to see things in a more objective light. Had we talked right away, I might have only said emotional reasons. And that won't do me any good. I do understand also that you were just in fear that I might also do what the one that preceded me did. That's why you didn't talk to me right away. So, I just have to let you know that there's two things in myself that I'm proud of, it would be my professionalism and my integrity. I put a high premium on those two qualities because I see those qualities as pillars to being a good worker.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Knelt down to pray. But no.. Have to go to work now.

I had a dream last night.

I entered the church to attend a mass. Knelt down, hoped for some words of wisdom from the good priest who will be presiding the mass that day. But I noticed right away that the crowd was thin and there was but a few healthy looking people. And so I asked what the occasion was and I was politely answered that there was going to be a healing priest that day. There will be no mass. 

I thought of going home but after thorough thinking, I opted to stay. I thought to myself "I need emotional healing." And so I waited until it was my turn. I knelt down in front of the priest and started talking about how much the bully at work and her allies are hurting me. But I paused when I noticed that the priest wasn't paying attention. Instead of listening to me, he was talking to someone else. Then I check my watch, noticed that it was just a few minutes before work. So, I decided to call the priest's attention. I said in a rather sarcastic tone "Father, is it really my turn already? You see, I have to go to work in a bit."

The irony and the comedy of life...

I was praying to be healed or perhaps to be spared from the pain from the people at work but then I prioritized going to work on time more than my time for prayer. Perhaps that was what I was becoming. A person wanting escape but not really making a way to get out of the rut. Soon I'll be. But for that to happen, I have to conquer my fear of talking about the "uncomfortable" truth that's been hunting me in the past months. Uncomfortable because it caused me my self esteem and self confidence. I'll say exactly what happened. That I've been gossiped at and I've been bullied. 

And finally, the jury...

The priest wasn't paying attention. That I can relate to those above me at work. I mentioned in passing during my first interview with the general manager that there's "bullying" issues in our workplace. But he simply laughed it off. Was he paying attention? Maybe. Does he care? Perhaps yes. But if his employees really matter to him, he will do something to create a healthy working environment. And that is, an environment free from gossip and bullying, where only those who are kind and polite can thrive.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Courage

Rumor has it that I am bad.
It took away the confidence that I once had.
Rumor has it that I'll be going away.
But I'll keep my lips sealed until that very day.

Will I ever get over this mess? Yes.
Will I ever get to my dreams? Yes.
But how do I ask for approval from someone who's heard?
How do I explain my side without sounding absurd?

For all I know, I've been good to the core.
The only mistake I've done was to react to what seems wrong.
For it, I've been shun.
For that, I'm being crushed.

So now, I will only be asking for a good word or two.
I'll leave with dignity but I'll take those words with me before I do.
I'll gather all my courage to ask for I deserve it.
Then I'll go on with my life thinking how strong I've been to make it through.