the cebu life

why i'm quitting

i was in Cebu last week to apply for a job at a call center. God knows what the hell I went through. Hahaha... But it was such a trip full of surprises i couldn't have imagined. I would love to tell you the whole story from the moment i stepped out from office to rush to the pier and catch Cokaliong in the nick of time until the day i rushed back to office after i arrived boarding the same boat from Dumaguete. .. but it will take abook. Anyway, what i thought was a trip to find another job became a unexpected vacation i never had. And it was worth it. I got accepted at Convergys and Etelecare - not bad considering I only applied at both call centers. And so i made a little decision...Not quite.

Well, i quit my job last friday. At last, the agony is over. I have long been planning to pass that piece of paper that contained "i'm bloody sick of what i have been doing for the last three years". Well, you know i'm exaggerating right? Hahaha..I'm insane, they say. Working in the number one bank of the country cant be that bad. The benefits are the best in the industry. I am called sir despite my pleading i'm not the 'sir' type. The regard people extend to me are more than the average mainly because i wear a tie at work and in Dipolog not much offices require that piece of cloth hanging like a tongue for uniform. People in the bank are aslo regarded as people who have all the ready smiles in the world to greet you "Good morning ma'am! Good morning sir? ..What the hell do you want?...".Uh, ok that was another exaggeration.Hahah... They are deemed happy because salary is great and they live nice lives - a nice home, a nice car, a nice school for their children, a nice husband and wife for a trophy. They live a nice decent life. And nowadays, having that kind of life is rare. They are the lucky people. They count millions of money and calculate millions more. They are content of the nice lives th bank provides them.

BUT NOT ME....

I'm not the type who would want to live the banker's life. I want a life. I don't mean the nice life . I just simply want a life. The bank just aint right for me. Im the outdoors type. The free-spirit type. I dont want someone holding me on the neck. I quit and I'm glad I'm free of the choking.

What do i really want? It's something i ask myself all the time. Now, i'm not sure just yet. SOmetimes i think im in a mid-life crisis or something (middle, because i predict i'd be six feet undert by the time i reach forty. I simply dont wanna become an ancient, stinking old man) For now, im in search of myself. I couldn't have found it in the bank where i am still working until my resigantion takes effect next month. I just know i belong somewhere else. Signs tell me so. I don't regret the things i do, because they are my choices. I may have things I'd rather change but looking back and tracing the steps, i know i'd be much happier where i am now than anywhere else. Maktub (it is written)...
I only know a few things about me that i know will always be my reminders,my compass as i move along life. I know what i am capable of, knowing what i know, and i bet i still have a few things to learn and discover about what more i am capable of still. I know and i am very certain of my passion. I know i want to be happy. I know God will never leave me. I know i am hard-working. I know i can handle pressure. I know I will succeed - not necessarily become rich or get the most envied job around -. I know somewhere, i will succeed in finding that place where, no matter how humble, i can be happy doing what i do.

Good luck to me, i guess. ..