I am now on my second day in my new job. Today, I just got my table. Little by little, I am being oriented about my job as well.
Does it mean I have passed the newbie stage? Well, not yet. This is still First Tuesday of the Adjustment and Absorption Week. Sooner, after all the firsts, I will lose count of all of them. And as I get adjusted to my new world, I hope to fully uproot myself from the old.
But not totally forgetting the lessons of challenges, victories and defeats of the past. Also, not totally forgetting the colleagues and friends that were with me through the happy and tough times.
Because it was in the lessons that I learned to become independent, at the same time, a team player. It was also in friends that I get the energy through tough and scary times.
Newbie stage will get tougher as days or even months will go by. I don’t know how prepared I am.
But there are no standards to determine if one passes the newbie stage; you just have to seize every moment.
And hopefully, be a friend to another newbie, soon.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
From the former L.I.P. Queen, a salute to SISC
After five years, seven months, and thirteen days, I am now an ex-L.I.P. Queen.
I still can not believe that I underwent the process of resignation – I gave the notarized letter; then I got my acceptance letter days after. I did turnover of all my accountabilities, underwent an exit interview, processed my exit clearance, and eventually, handed over my clearance to Accounting.
I still felt those were just the ordinary days in the office – juggling many tasks at hand. But when my brother came to get my plastic cabinet full of my personal stuff to bring it home, it hit me: I AM REALLY LEAVING. There’s no turning back.
All of a sudden, I felt the hurt that I had been hiding during the day (I only cry at night sometimes during the past month). So before I start to cry, I walked back to our office.
Did I ever imagine myself being in this situation? I didn’t, although I gave myself five years to stay. Somewhere along those years, I really thought of staying longer. And why not? It’s only thirty-minute ride to and from the house; People are cheerful and friendly. When problems arise, we face it altogether. We celebrate all victories; we immediately pick up the pieces after a failure. We even face possible challenges even before it happens.
And uh, I became as famous as my LIPs (who actually have its own publicist. Okay, I’m kidding).
Like what one of the principals said, it is in SISC that I found not only a job, but a home.
But I guess, even if one’s heart wants to stay, there are other opportunities that come along. Even kids, who become adults, eventually leave the comforts of their home to become better and stronger persons.
It was not an easy decision, though. I thought of its implications. I thought of my parents and brother in the perspective of a provider. I also thought of my colleagues, friends, career, life.
And most of all, I thought of my L.I.P.s. Who will take care of my almost 300 babies?
And so after two weeks of sleepless nights, countless times of asking advice from selected few, deliberations with my family, and nightly crying sessions with Bro, I gave that signed letter.
And after a month, here I am. No more L.I.P. Queen title at hand.
I will miss the challenges, opportunities, tasks, happy days, bad days, worst days, crazy days, rush-ian days, right-here-right-now days, fun people, creative people, wacky people, difficult people, brilliant minds, L.I.P.s, WPS, KRAs, TQM, all the other acronyms (you know what they are), victories, defeats, culture, speak English, Stars, Hearts, Laurels, Elizalde, Luxembourg, Munich, Tropical, faculty, non-teaching, and students.
But no matter what, SISC will continue to make a difference and solidify its leadership in the academe (and the world).
As I relinquish my crown to my successor, let me say my humble and heartfelt gratefulness in different languages: Männlich. Diolch. Merci. Gracias. Arigato. Grazie. Ngiyabonga. Thank you. Salamat.
See you around.
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The blogger is a former Human Resource Development Specialist in Southville International School and Colleges. To know more about SISC, click here.
I still can not believe that I underwent the process of resignation – I gave the notarized letter; then I got my acceptance letter days after. I did turnover of all my accountabilities, underwent an exit interview, processed my exit clearance, and eventually, handed over my clearance to Accounting.
I still felt those were just the ordinary days in the office – juggling many tasks at hand. But when my brother came to get my plastic cabinet full of my personal stuff to bring it home, it hit me: I AM REALLY LEAVING. There’s no turning back.
All of a sudden, I felt the hurt that I had been hiding during the day (I only cry at night sometimes during the past month). So before I start to cry, I walked back to our office.
Did I ever imagine myself being in this situation? I didn’t, although I gave myself five years to stay. Somewhere along those years, I really thought of staying longer. And why not? It’s only thirty-minute ride to and from the house; People are cheerful and friendly. When problems arise, we face it altogether. We celebrate all victories; we immediately pick up the pieces after a failure. We even face possible challenges even before it happens.
And uh, I became as famous as my LIPs (who actually have its own publicist. Okay, I’m kidding).
Like what one of the principals said, it is in SISC that I found not only a job, but a home.
But I guess, even if one’s heart wants to stay, there are other opportunities that come along. Even kids, who become adults, eventually leave the comforts of their home to become better and stronger persons.
It was not an easy decision, though. I thought of its implications. I thought of my parents and brother in the perspective of a provider. I also thought of my colleagues, friends, career, life.
And most of all, I thought of my L.I.P.s. Who will take care of my almost 300 babies?
And so after two weeks of sleepless nights, countless times of asking advice from selected few, deliberations with my family, and nightly crying sessions with Bro, I gave that signed letter.
And after a month, here I am. No more L.I.P. Queen title at hand.
I will miss the challenges, opportunities, tasks, happy days, bad days, worst days, crazy days, rush-ian days, right-here-right-now days, fun people, creative people, wacky people, difficult people, brilliant minds, L.I.P.s, WPS, KRAs, TQM, all the other acronyms (you know what they are), victories, defeats, culture, speak English, Stars, Hearts, Laurels, Elizalde, Luxembourg, Munich, Tropical, faculty, non-teaching, and students.
But no matter what, SISC will continue to make a difference and solidify its leadership in the academe (and the world).
As I relinquish my crown to my successor, let me say my humble and heartfelt gratefulness in different languages: Männlich. Diolch. Merci. Gracias. Arigato. Grazie. Ngiyabonga. Thank you. Salamat.
See you around.
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The blogger is a former Human Resource Development Specialist in Southville International School and Colleges. To know more about SISC, click here.
Newbie
By Monday, I’ll be getting out of bed at least thirty minutes than the usual time. In the meantime, I’ll be wearing the same uniform (just a different shade from the usual). Just in case, I might also start bringing some personal stuff – most of them gifts from last Christmas.
Except that my route would be entirely different. Travel hours will be at least one hour (that’s if there’s no traffic). Once I arrive, I’ll enter a new building. I’ll have a new ID, a new daily time record, new office table, new officemates.
And instead of attending the Tertulia, I’ll be going to a Flag Raising activity.
Yes, after being an “oldie” in SISC for five years, I will turn into a newbie – again.
New year, new beginnings; it’s a fresh start.
I feel a lot of emotions. I feel happy; at the same, I feel sad. I am excited; I am nervous. I feel confident yet uncomfortable.
Like any of us, we go to this stage of being a newbie – new in the community, new at school, new at work. Some of us would like to get rid of the “newbie” in us immediately. The reality is, we can’t. There will be no experts, no number of experiences under our belt, no lessons to learn, if we don’t start with the first – if we do not become a newbie.
But unlike others, I will seize the moment of a newbie because it will be the one that I will look back to every now and then.
Yes, I’m a newbie. And I’m proud to be one.
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The blogger is a former Human Resource Development Specialist in Southville International School and Colleges.
Except that my route would be entirely different. Travel hours will be at least one hour (that’s if there’s no traffic). Once I arrive, I’ll enter a new building. I’ll have a new ID, a new daily time record, new office table, new officemates.
And instead of attending the Tertulia, I’ll be going to a Flag Raising activity.
Yes, after being an “oldie” in SISC for five years, I will turn into a newbie – again.
New year, new beginnings; it’s a fresh start.
I feel a lot of emotions. I feel happy; at the same, I feel sad. I am excited; I am nervous. I feel confident yet uncomfortable.
Like any of us, we go to this stage of being a newbie – new in the community, new at school, new at work. Some of us would like to get rid of the “newbie” in us immediately. The reality is, we can’t. There will be no experts, no number of experiences under our belt, no lessons to learn, if we don’t start with the first – if we do not become a newbie.
But unlike others, I will seize the moment of a newbie because it will be the one that I will look back to every now and then.
Yes, I’m a newbie. And I’m proud to be one.
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The blogger is a former Human Resource Development Specialist in Southville International School and Colleges.
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