I’ve heard that line so many times, I’m beginning to think very seriously to its validity. Last November, my former employer asked me to stop coming to work because the company I was in was in trouble…or so he claims. At any rate, I did agree on the premise that he was to give my December salary as well as my 13th month pay. Turns out, he only gave me the 13th month pay because it was mandated by law.
I must admit, I had planned on keeping my status “freelance” since my elder sister and other siblings were on the verge of creating our very own cafe. However, as with any endeavour, one cannot hope to accomplish much if one of its founding members has trouble keeping his sanity. I am, of course, referring to myself. I have been jobless since December. And although, we, as a family got through the holidays without a hitch, I must also stress-out that the holidays would’ve been much more fun with a bit more spending money on my end.
So here, I am, still up at 2:00am on the 3rd of February–the morning of my “try-out” for a graphics company I don’t care for. Funny the way things turn out. I mean, really, my business associates–the ones who provide my “freelance work” told me to keep Wednesday free. Meeting with our biggest client. This news came after I had applied for the graphic artist position.
I suppose I should consider myself lucky. Having very supportive siblings as well as very charming nephews and nieces, I have kept myself busy with being both teacher and baby-sitter to them. Most people would’ve probably killed themselves due to the depression that unemployment brings.
Just last week I was forced to sit-out my friend’s party. She was on her way out of the country and was throwing a party as a big hug to all her friends. Sadly, I had to send her an SMS stating: “I know how important this party is to you and I really would’ve loved to be there. However, I’m down to my last P150 pesos. Any thoughts?”
Well, I have to get some rest for the interview tomorrow. I still am undecided whether to make it a good one or just make it an exercise in human relations…you know, try to be as charming to the interviewer as possible since I really didn’t want the job anyway. Ah well, I might as well make it a good one. Good night strange world.
