I just had a phone interview with a work-agent for the United States and I think I blew off the said interview…
She asked me basic questions about my own personality and answered all of them fluently. Then after, I might have raised a red flag for her with my statement that
“I speak up and lay possible solutions for a certain problem whenever necessary”
For her it was more of a concern than good thing. She told me that that certain personality might make me loose a job in the future and that I should always abide with the institutions’ protocols. I hurriedly clarified myself and told her that I do that only when need and only when asked. But being a retired HR manager in the University of Florida, for her, its really a concern that I should develop into a good one. She ended the conversation by saying she will be putting my application on hold as of the moment and would call me whenever some opportunities might open up. But the thing is, I do, I always bend my ways and follow certain organization’s rules and protocols.
Well, i really missed such chance but what can i do but to accept. Maybe I said the wrong words for the right reasons. Maybe Florida is not for me or someone needs the Job more than I do. She will be interviewing a lot of applicants and I’m pretty sure I’m out of the list now.
I guess, I have to hone more my answers and beware of the red flags; answer all questions cautiously. I need to start a clean slate with other agents. But still, I’m asking God for a miracle to happen for her to reconsider me…I hope…i just hope!!
But still, I’m pissed with myself why that thing happened! Arg!
After doing the stressful morning duty, I lay on my bed and instantly fell asleep with my uniforms on and my hair left waxed; unwashed. Though, uncomfortable, I had a really feel-good dream and it goes like this:
I was in a remote area with my medtech classmates. We were lodged together in the same house for a certain reason, it kinda feels like my board examination days when 10 of us shared the same room. The house was made of a typical old Filipino house made of wood and we were staying on the second floor.
Me and my classmates were laughing, throwing pillows at each other, sharing stories under a dim-lit yellow living room. It seems like its 6pm when the sun has just set and darkness begins to engulf the whole area. Suddenly, someone visited us and shouted from outside the said house “Ayo, palihug ko ni Prince” all of us hurriedly went to the balcony and saw Mom in her orange lacoste polo (its her favorite shirt by the way) carrying an umbrella. She then smiled at me when she saw me and made a guesture for me to go down and meet her.
My classmates then made fun of me being like a “mama’s boy” but instead of getting embarrased, I felt happy. I felt proud actually that Mom took time to visit me which rarely happpens in real life. I can see Jonathan Amante’s face smiling at me as I left the house. We then walked together on a dark, wet road and entered a hotel to dine. While eating, we talked casually like we do, talk about life’s plans etc., then Mom felt the urge to go the wash room and while I was alone on the dinning table, I heard the muslims prayer call ,” Allaah muakbar” and all table transformed into carpets and all bend down on their knees and praised allaah.
then, I woke up….
When I opened my eyes, I realized it was just a dream but deep inside me feels good. I felt good maybe I saw mom in that dream and was treated like a child. I then remember my grade 2 days when Mom would wait for me outside my classroom to fetch me and take me to a nearby restaurant and eat my favorite pancit, lumpia and bbq (which until now are my favorite dishes). I can see the light face of mom smiling and I feel happy.
For me, this dream means one thing, I should stay in Qatar as long as my parents are still here. For weeks now, I have been seriously in deep thought of resigning and going back to the Philippines to move on with my career. Maybe God wants me to spend more time with them, reminding me that I should make the best of my stay here, fill the years that I have been away from her.
Being a son of an OFW might be tough in the growing years. Those tough years might hardened me somehow until I get use to her absence until college. I might be likened to a boiled egg, I’ve developed a hard shell on the outside yet a soft spot still exist inside. Consequence is, a child in me is hungry for a Mom yet left unexpressed and unchecked for years.
Every start of the year, I get to plan of what I want to achieve for the coming year. I happen to check my old blog powered by blogspot and found my 2012 goals.
Above was the exact post I made last January 2, 2012. Fairly, I was able to comply all the requirements for Visa screening and am currently holding such certificate valid for five years. I never got to visit another country due to a number of circumstances. I dont know how much I weigh now but I guess I appear to be 75 kg (eating is a vice that is hard to control) . I never had a chance to find a camel much more to take a picture riding it (No one has this urge aside from me). However, I had obtain a Qatar-driving license and am currently driving Dad’s car. Lastly, I am able to buy a good camera, Sony Rx100 and I am happy with it.
3/6 goals attained…..50%…fair enough and this year I should do better than that. As of the press time, I havent gave a thought about my goals this year. I need more time to contemplate and reflect on my goals this year.
All I hope is that this year would be a good one and would be good and generous to me… Happy new year fellow bloggers!