Moving Process

First of all, happy new year! It is good to be back here in the blog world. I have been busy with lots of stuff and is still busy at the moment because my partner and I are packing our stuff and renovating the flat because we are soon moving out from here. The pressure is on as we have to sell this flat as soon as possible. However, I am glad because things are falling into place and I cannot wait to move into a bigger place. A bigger place means that I can have my family and friends over for a night or two and we can finally host a big dinner party finally! 🙂

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Changing Course

Working in the health sector has helped me see life from another perspective. We, as employees are expected to show compassion and empathy towards our “clients” while we take care of their needs. What I mean by the term clients is a group of people who are in need of our services. The other term that we use is “patient” but I prefer to address them as clients.

When I enrolled for the accounting course a couple of years ago, I have already been seeking for that thing that I would love to work with for the rest of my life even though I was uncertain of the choice of course that I made, I was hopeful that my skills will serve a purpose and that it would somehow make me rich. I was doing well in my first semesters at the university until it hit me that I do not actually like and enjoy what I was doing. I woke up one day feeling numb and wondering what in the world did I get myself into. Balancing sheets became a burden all of a sudden, numbers became like a corn of sand to my eyes and that’s how I realized that I didn’t want to be an accountant or an economist. However, it was too late to drop out because I was near to finishing the program and besides I did not want to disappoint my parents and show everyone that I backed out. I did not want them to think that I am dumb.

During my sophomore year at the university, I applied for a part-time job as a personal assistant in the health sector. I got the job and I felt that my mood got better whenever I get to work despite my hectic schedule. A friend of mine told me that maybe my calling is not on being an accountant/economist but maybe as a social worker, health worker such as a nurse, physical therapist or a psychologist to name a few.

I finished the degree but deep inside I feel that I’m not complete. Then the hunt for the good paying job started. All I thought of that time was just any jobs in the economic sector as long as it is connected to my degree and of course, it should be a high paying job because that was my goal. To earn a lot of money. Who wouldn’t want to have a good amount of money in their account?

To make the story short, in the end, I got a good paying job where I could somehow apply what I learned from economy studies but with a cost which is happiness and satisfaction. I wasn’t happy at work even though I was working with very nice colleagues. After a couple of months, I submit my resignation letter and went back to the part-time job that I have which this time is as a home nurse assistant.

I received mixed reactions from friends and family upon telling them what I did and what I was going through. Some of them told me that maybe I was just bored and it’s normal in an office type of work and that I should have given it more time. Others told me that I just wasted 4 years in the university for a course that didn’t give any good results. – Oh well yes, I’m guilty of it. But for me, my happiness weighs more than any gold in this world.

As I’ve said earlier in this post, working in the health sector has shown me life from another angle. It showed me how important it is to take care of others without thinking too much of my own interests. At the same time, it has shown me what I really want to be- a person that works not just to earn money but also to serve others without losing my identity. A type of person who is professional but at the same time a people-oriented kind of person and to be that kind of person, I should follow my heart and pursue the right career for me.

What I have learned in this journey is that things happen to us because we do not know where we are heading. Just like my past choices before. We make mistakes and we always get a chance of correcting them and learning from them.

So to those in my circle who criticized me, I am changing course not because I failed, but because I am sure this time that the other path is for me and something good awaits me there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A short life

I just finished writing today’s entry in my diary. I thought that I’m going to sleep but I was wrong. I’m not tired yet. Probably because I took a 2 hour “nap” after dinner. I’m at my parent’s place this Christmas. We had a quiet and solemn celebration, just the four of us which I really appreciate. I sent lots of Merry Christmas message on messenger and even had video calls with some of my friends and relatives in the Philippines. However, the smile on my face faded when I read about what happened to the one week old daughter of a friend. His daughter died on Christmas day because of liver and lung failure. Even though I never met or hold the baby, I felt  that my chest tighten and suddenly I was breathing heavily. This should be one of the most happiest days of my friend’s life but it happened. I couldn’t say that much to him and do anything. I can’t give him a hug and let him cry on my shoulders. But thank God I have my words. Sleep well little angel.

Because I Care

After a couple of days following the presidential elections in the Philippines on Facebook,  I’ve had enough. I will not say anything about which of the candidates I think should have won, because it’s the majority of the votes count in the end and don’t forget democracy. Politics is a dirty game and we all know that. Politicians promise the moon and the stars (or even the whole universe) to us during the campaign period and it is up to us if we are going to believe them or not.

I’ve never got a chance to vote in the Philippines. It’s not because that I don’t care about politics but because of the fact that I moved to Norway after I turned 19. But I always follow the politics and read news about my motherland because I owe to her my life, friends and family.

So I’m aware of what is happening down there. It’s not only the candidates who are “destroying” each other’s reputation but the supporters as well! I wondered if these people are real or they are just trolls but no. What I really despise are the derogatory comments and remarks. Haven’t they learned anything at school debates? Where is the respect? Where are the values? Can’t you just agree to disagree?

 

What Baby?

Why is the women’s choice to have babies limited by time and age? Why is it acceptable for men to have babies later? I know! Unfair right?

I’m in my 30’s and I admit that I’m not yet ready to have babies. Don’t take me wrong, I  love kids but the thought of having one now is giving me anxieties. No, it’s not because of responsibilities. I’m not running away from responsibilities. I pay my bills and pay my student loan back. What I want at the moment is to get a full time job and some solid savings. I can’t see nothing wrong with living your dreams first and postponing having kids.

I felt sad that hubby thinks otherwise. I understand his sentiments. I’m in my 30’s and the chance for conceiving a child is lower compared to my earlier years. However, I’m not yet ready mentally. As I’ve said earlier, I need to do some things first. I do have a goal that I would start having kids by the age of 35. My hubby upon hearing this gave me a lecture about my reproductive system. He said that I’m getting old. But I don’t feel like I’m getting old! I told him that my cousin and some friends got kids at 35 and it went well. They didn’t have complications and didn’t have problems with the pregnancy. I get it. He wants kids and he wants to secure his chance of having kids. So I mentioned that adoption is a good alternative too. But I got another lecture as a response. Oh well, I’d take it as a no then!

My hubby and I are not yet done with this topic about babies. I hope we’ll come up to an agreement anytime soon.

 

Brokenhearted

Around two weeks ago I was at an interview at a bank. The position was customer service employee. I applied for the position because first I wanted that job so badly, second it is related to economic degree and last the job would serve as a stepping stone in the economic sector.

I do not have any job experiences in banks, administration or the corporate life. I went for a three year course in economics at the university because I want to work in that field when I finish. I thought that with my background, it would be easy for me to get a job that I like and a job that would help me grow. But I am wrong, unfortunately the Norwegian economy is not on its top right now. As a matter of fact it is bad. Until now the unemployment rate is still rising and more companies are either going bankrupt or laying off employees. Some of the companies are also outsourcing their services to other countries in order to save taxes and labor costs. I did some research about some jobs here in Norway and I found out that one of the biggest companies within the economic and finance sector are looking for people who can work abroad for them. So it means that if I want to get a job within my field then I would have to travel and live abroad. It sounds good to me but in my situation right now there is no way I am going to move to another country.

Going back to the interview, it went well I thought. I told her about myself, I answered the questions with confidence and I asked questions about the firm and asked about their vision. Then the interviewer told me to wait for 14 days because she has other candidates to interview too. Deep inside me was this excitement. For the first time I did not feel any negativity in this job hunting game. The 14th day came and I waited for her call/message. It was already twelve noon and still no sign of her. Surprisingly, I did not worry. I remained calm and positive. After an hour I lost my patience so I sent her an email and asked if I got the job. It took an hour before she replied and when she did I got heartbroken. I did not get the job. According to her there were lots of really good candidates and it was hard for her to choose and she wish me good luck on my job hunt.

I reflected about the job application process, the interview and what could have I possibly done wrong. I asked myself. Was I overconfident? Did I miss something? To answer these questions, I need to go back to my application letter and CV. I read and evaluated them many times and they look good to me and then I tried to replay the interview in my mind. Did I say something stupid? Nope. But I have a theory, it is that I did not ask enough questions. I think I only asked three and that probably showed the employer that I may not be curious enough.

So yes, I have learned my lessons. I am still not over about it yet but I am moving on. It is just an interview not the end of the world! Besides I should be thankful that they gave me a chance to show them what I can.