19 Aug 2011
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in 12 to 1
August, the time of the year to make a change. Skedadle the resume and jab on some nice parting exit interview. In other words restlessness is getting into me. Am I the only one feeling this at this time or its just a malfunction of my system?
I have to admit that I am an ungrateful bit, my current job is good enough in a small provincial town.
An accountanct in a Marine’s school–I did not apply for this post because of Dennis–promise! it just so happens that it was the first one to call me up when I went home last Feb here in Bicol.
Any girl would be giddy to work in a community with 80% of the population male. And they look good in Type A uniform–only that I feel like I’m so old when I’m with them. True, I’m only 26 and this blessed singleness is really a blessing at this time!!
But i don’t know what happened to my vision when it comes to “guy watching” probably i got used up or I’m actually trimming down my list for my better half to be. This is a scary thought–its like saying i will never find him.
Or change is it really.It’s not just the shifting interest from “boys”–petty as it is, the changes that is comming into me makes me fixated to the future indeed. I know that whatever I do today will make an impact tomorrow.
Stable am I right now, family, job–the constant variable at my life right now, this too will change. I don’t know how. All I know is I’m different at the moment–I do not wish to understand why–this I think deserves a complete faith in Him but i’m just a little worried of the pain that i might feel between now and tomorrow.
Change. That’s whats happening to me.
17 Aug 2011
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
Written, re written– what would I give to finally put down my thoughts for the pre empted ” writting contest”. I haven’t checked what I’m posting here ever since the excitement of discovering a site that I can strike down anything I feel like–without anyone knowing who I am gives me the liberty of being giddy and feeling wonderful lately.
But there is just one anti climax to this happiness–no one also can read my works. For how many anonymous bloggers are actually posting here and making somehow a difference in their own little world.
And I’m not that confident to tell my small group of friends that “hey I’ve got this blog page check it out.” Nope there can never be some advetorial gateway for my brilliant ideas.
But I do love that idea that my ex would search my name in Google and somehow this page would come up and he’d read in here that…yeah wishful thinking. So as I’m writting this down right now I’m pushing the limits to my five minutes brain-detox before 1 pm because I needed to resume my normal existence
It’s getting lonely pushing sanity alone here, I mean exactly a dosage of words written here is good enough for my soul, but during these times of distress in my life now, I just wish that I can do more than write in here.
writting has always been my outlet to say things loud without confrontation and complications that relationship can do to me. But i fear that the person that I intended to ascribe this message does not even know that I’m already having murderous thoughts..what would I really give to get things right across readers without sacrificing the comforts of my identity here…i dunno..i guess its just a matter of time that somebody played an interest in me and search the name Melanie Rose Barrameda in Google.
28 Jul 2011
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
Tulong taon ko na ini gustong isurat digdi pero kada mapuon na ako warang tamang tataramon na pwede kong ikaag na dai ako magluwas na kornihon o kaherak –herak. Ginibo ko na ngani ini na bikol ta magpuon sa English tapos tagalog wa epek an sakuyang boot na magdanay nin pagmati na maray lamang masurat digdi.
Pero kun nyata tulong taon ko pig pasipar sipara ini iyo an sa kadahilanang nag aalat ako na maginot ka na makiuron sako para ayuson an mga bagay bagay satuyang duwa. Nag horop horop akosanamakua mo sa saimong puso na sa kahaluyan nin panahon, maisip mo na padaba mo man ako.
Arog ko ika kani kapadaba; maski aram ko na nag aalat ako sa wara, sige sana—malay mo man kaya baka sarong aldaw magimata ka tas maisip mo na ako palan an para saimo-mabalik ka pa man naggad kaya? Mga kahaputan na ika sana an masimbag pero gari abo ko maaraman an simbag kaan ta sa kahaluyan kan panahon na nag aalat ako saimo gari aram ko na an isisimbag mo.
Wara man ki problema maghalat, lalo na kun para saimo; may mga aldaw na mapagal na pagmati ko wara nang mangyayari sa piga gibo ko tapos bigla nanaman ining puso ko ma burusngot ta dai matugot na mawara ka sa isip ko ta iyo na sana baga ito ang lugar na pwede ko ika makaiba.
Iyo ka pathetic ko talaga, an kaugmahan kan buhay ko iyo an makaiba ka giraray tapos mapadaba ka sagkud pa man; pero maski ano an kapulos pugos ko dai ko ini maitaram saimo—minsan ko na kaya baga ini sinabi saimo tapos binayaan mo ako. Pag nag I love you nanaman ako baka isumpa mo na ako. Ika kaya an tawo na kayang languyon an pitong dagat tapos baklayun an pirang bulod malingawansanaako.
Arog man kani an tratamyento mo sako padagos an pagpadaba ko saimo, bako ini pagkamoot ki sarong patal; pinirit ko man an sadiri ko na makahiling ki bagong pagkamoot kundi ika sana an piga anap kan puso ko. Sa kada relasyon na piga laog ko tapos warang nangyayari, pirmi ini an kahaputan ko; ika kaya maugma ka na wara ako sa buhay mo?
Syempre kan inot nagtanom ako nin dagit ta syempre makulog man baga bayaan nin bigla ni ay ni oy dai mo aram kun ano an rason kun nyata ka binayaan. Gabos na posibilidad kun nyata pinili mo ako na lingawan inisip ko, gabos na emosyon na dapat mamatean nin babaeng namomoot sakong sinapar.
Sa huri pinangadyi ko na sana sa dalan kan satong Kagurangnan ika maglakaw na maging matoninong ka sa plano nya saimo, maski aram ko na bako sakuya ika mapaduman. Ini an sakong inibi sa Diyos; pero nag abot an oras na inagad ko na mismo ika saiya ta dai ko kaya maging maugmang totoo kun bako man sana ika an makakaiba sa buhay.
Pero hanggang digdi nasanaini, dai ko ngani masurat an pangaran mo digdi. Dipisil kaya mamoot sa taong sobra mo pig respeto; abo mo madagtaan an saiyang pangaran; dai ko natataram sa satong mga barkada ta alangkaw pati pag iling ninda saimo; kaya kaipuhan ko solohon kun ano man an kulog na dapat ko mamatean.
Arammo kun ganu kakulog? Yung bigla ka n asana baya na babayaan; dai mo aram kun sain ka mapuon giraray; ta kung aram ko sana kun nyata ka nag ali, kun ano ang mali ko di sana aram ko kun ano an gigibuhon ko; pero wara kang winalat na tataramon man lamang.
An biglaan mong pag hale na dara an sakuyang paghorop, kaya dipisilon mag mata pag kaaga na gari wara nang rason para mabuhay..pero nakukulugan ako nin sobra; ini an kulog na dakulon na beses na pig isip ko dai ko na lang sana ika namidbidan..ta mas maray nang magadan kaysa mabuhay uro aldaw na nagsasakit saimo..pero pinili ko na mabuhay…natakot kaya ako baka dai ko na ika mailing pa.
06 Nov 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
I don’t really have a prayer list to God, I mean how can I when even before I ask for blessing its already handed to me. Truth is, I never needed a list since prayer is already in my subconsiousness that it is already a part of me. It’s not being relegious or something sabatical but since I lost my father at an early age, I think rather than seeking that paternal image to somewhere or someone else, my very foundation of faith has guided me to direct my life to God. My parents have thought me that all things in this world may fail me, even them–my very own diadems may fail me at times, but God is faithful and He will never fail me.
So even though I’m here in front of this idiot box, my mind is talking still to God. This relationship that I have with my Lord has been a constant habit of mine—until last night.
Someone–someone close to my heart challenged me with this thought
He: I’m not going to give you his name ( my crush) for you would put it in your prayer request to God
Me: Why would I do that–promise I’m not gonna write his name under my prayer list ( i dont even have one)
He: Ang haba na ng pila sa crush mong yun wag ka na dumagdag–tsaka ilalagay mo name nya sa prayer request mo talaga–may girlfriend pa naman yung tao pano kung mag break sila.
Me: Tapos na akong gumawa ng prayer list at ibang pangalan ang nilagay ko..relax..
He: Sino nanaman yun
Me: wala..isang tanga lang dyan sa paligid
It was the longest cajoling I ever did in my life just to get the name of my crush from his throat–after all cantilivering he finally did say the name…but he was pretty much skeptic that I would get my prayer list and make amends to that name. I promised him though that Iwouldn’t do such thing..I mean in graphic terms why would I do that when there’s already a name on my prayer list that I am praying for (if I have one)
Here’s the cliche here, as a christian it’s really good to keep a list or some sort of like a journal on one’s walk with God; it’s not just about keeping a record of what God has done or given as a blessing–but what God is telling us; the lessons He is teaching and the paradigm shift of His graces.
I know my memory is not that too powerful to remember every conversation I had in the past with God, and even if I do have a prayer list, I think that if I checked on it right now, my gratitude is not enough to praise Him for what He has given and done in my life.
I don’t have all the time in the world to placate here every blessing I received; all the goodness so far had been his overflowing graces and all the delays, inconviniences, detours, setbacks and pains are mercies just the same.
I don’t know know how other people without faith have cope up with this world, I’m blessed in every way that I chose to center my life on my God…with or without a prayer list.
But just to make a memory check on my prayers…last year when I was doing a conversation with God there’s this person who passed by and my heart made a sommersault impact; somehow I just acknowledge his presence because I know the impossibility of the situation– and I was too coy to ask God because its been a year already that I have been seeing him in church and I don’t stand a chance in the world that he is moving ( star struck ako)…so I just whispered this wee prayer to God..Lord paano kaya kung sya na lang maging boyfriend ko ok lang ba sayo hehehe kaya lang Lord di ko nga makausap..kasi naman Lord bakit mo pa pinakita sakin ang gwapo gwapo tulo laway ko tuloy ( this is how God and I talked)
This is just a simple conversation with God, in one of those moments that I’m clinging on to sanity..so if this is a prayer list what would be God’s answer?
He is really my El Shaddai 
27 Oct 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
Ayan pwede na ako mag blog uli dito, naka recover na ang munting puso ko sa mga nangyayari sa masalimuot na mundong ito : ) Biruin mo nagka writer’s block ako–e pano kasi di ko naman alam kung ano ilalagay dito di ba, parang nanghihina kasi ako na mag isip at mag express ng nararamdaman ko, ang hirap kaya nun. As much as possible kasi gusto ko maging honest kung ano ang mga linalagay ko dito, kaya lang minsan nahihiya ako ilagay ang mga bagay na naiisip ko–mga maka emo or specially kasi nung mga nakaraang araw na parang nasa roller coaster ako. Ngarag na ko sa work tapos wala pa kwenta ang lab life ko.
Medyo nagiging ok na ang work ko kasi may closing ako, yehey! may anda nanaman hehe–inde actually may panglaan na sa panganga nak sis ko. On the other hand naga blog ako ngayon kasi may isang bagay na inde ko maintindihan..I mean really alam ko matalino ako at binabase ko sa mga nakaraang pangyayari sa buhay ko ang mga mahalagang dapat matutunan, pero ewan ko ba at di applicable ngayon.
Ganito kasi..okay na ako
..okay ako na hinde iyakan yung ex ko
…okay ako magtyaga sa FLI kahit bente kwatro oras nalalaglag buhok ko dahil sa stress pag-isip na ala pa pambayad kami ni eds sa renta..dahilan sa nature of work namin huhuhu
…okay ako mag opening to closing na walang metrong tinitingnan
…okay lang na kahit di ko maintindihan masaya ako na nakikita kita at nakakasama
…at okay ako na mahalin ka kahit naguguluhan ako sa pangyayari
inde naman talaga ok ang lahat..nagkataon lang na dumating ka sa mundo ko at nagbago ang pagtingin ko sa lahat..change of perspective ika nga..ang corny na ng sinusulat ko.bow.
Pano ba ito ayoko gumalaw sa isang sulok na kinalalagyan ko dahil sobrang komportable na ako, sa ngayon wala akong iniisip na gabriela silang na manunulot nanaman ng boypren, nakakahinga ako ng medyo maluwag dahil nagbubunga naman ang ginagawa ko sa work..at syempre andyan ka..okay na ako.
29 Sep 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
May mga araw talaga na kahit dumoble na ang eye bags ko sa sobrang trabaho ay sumisingit ka pa rin sa isip ko. Healthy ba atech? Alam ko sa sarili ko na naka move on na ako dahil di naman ganoon nga kalalim pa ang pinagsamahan natin, minahal kita period. Di mo kailangan magpaliwanag sakin kung ano man ang nangyari–di ko rin naman kayang pakingan; sabi ko naman sayo duwag ako pag dating sa mga bagay na may kinalaman sa confrontation–mahina ako dun pare. Naiintindihan ko at maiintindihan ko lahat.
Basta kung ano man ang mga dapat sabihin at gawin mas mabuti na siguro na kalimutan na lang para di masyado masakit di ba. Takasan na lang natin ang nakaraan, tutal wala na rin naman itong karugtong. Wala din naman na nagrereklamo pa sakin sa tagal nang panahon na umeeskapo ako sa mga relasyon. Masama na kung masama–e ano ba di ko nga kaya harapin ang katotohan kasi, walang pakialaman. Pero what if nag explain ka..ano kaya magiging reaction ko..ewan di naman yun mangyayari..sasakit pa ang ulo ko..iniisip na nga kita ngayon dadagdagan ko pa ng panibugho.
Pasensya na para kasi akong bata kung magmahal..ako nga din minsan natutuwa sa sarili ko pero madalas natatakot dahil di ko alam kung ano itong pinapasok ko, di ko lang masabi sayo lahat kasi alam ko iiwan mo din ako.
Alam ko kasi mahal mo pa din sya at kung pipili ka I assume na sya lagi ang pipiliin mo–ano ba naman ang bearing ko ang layo layo ko sayo tapos..ayan na maga self pity nanaman ako..iiyak tapos lalaki eye bags..ayoko na : (
Wala naga type lang ako dito kasi tapos na opis hours tapos may hinihintay lang ako..tapos naisip lang kita kaya nag blog na ako, uy ingat ka lagi hah, kasi di na kita maalagaan..sayang…sayang.Pero mamahalin ka naman nya kasi pinaglaban ka nga nya sakin..ibig sabihin seryoso talaga sya, at least panatag pa rin ang kalooban ko na isang matinong tao na kayang makipag basag ulo angmakakasama.away nya nga lang ako huhuhu tsakit tsakit nya magsalita..di ko na nga nireply kasi baka lumaki pa..di naman kasi ako ganun..kilala mo ako di ba. Di ako marunong mag bunganga,suntukan pwede pa hehehe.
Wag ka na mag isip sa mga nangyari..okay na yun..syempre nasaktan mo ako..kasi nga mahal kita..pero isipin mo na lang..abnormal naman kasi kung matuwa ako.
Sa totoo magulo and isip ko…miss kita pero wala akong magawa…tagay pa…
28 Sep 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
I wish there’s any other way that I could tell you this but I know that whatever way I hand this to you, I’m gonna hurt you still. I don’t want to break your heart but this whole set up is killing me and I don’t want to prolong this pretense and misery..megz I cannot marry you.
You asked me what kind of wedding do I want, and I answered–with the whole cajun band with lots of laughter from family and friends around–and I asked you what do you want for in a wedding–and you said–a wedding that would make me your wife. Megz I cannot add up to that, and as I look into your eyes I see someone else, and my heart wrenched in pain.
I don’t want to do this to you, I don’t want to ruin your dreams and plans–but I have my dream too. Megz I am not the woman anymore that you fell in love way way back then, things change. Have you looked at me lately Megz, I mean really look at me? Not as your wife to be, not a pinioned house wife you wanted but the seperate person from you?
Yes I know you could provide me with every whim in this world, I can have all the shoes, bags and all I have to do is to say I do and be the mother of your kids. Is this what you wanted me to do in life?
I wanted to be honest with you, I can give up everything that I have now for that life you are picturing at..but Megz…I don’t love you enough to follow you around the world and have your kids.
This is not about money anymore, this is not about doing what our families expected of us, this is about spending forever, and forever is long enough to be stuck with somebody you are not passionately in love with.
Megz the fault is mine, I know this is a cliche but megz you don’t have to blame yourself for this, it is I who should be sorry lot. Megz I fell in love with aother guy.I am so sorry, I can’t do this . I really did try to work out our relationship. I’m not doing this just so I could push you away, the reality is I don’t want you to be caught up into something that can only give you second best.
I want romance, I want long beach walk, I wanna dance in the rain..Megz do you see yourself doing that with me? You hated tequila sunrise, you put me on a loud speaker when we talk on the phone just to show me off with your friends..I don’t want those things, I just wanted you to love me as I am.
I don’t need your money, I don’t need your business, your properties…Megz I’ve got blood all over my veins, I’m not dead..do something about it.
I didn’t fell in love with another guy as a rebound, I fell in love with someone else because I realized that I’m alive and that guy made me come to life. Hey I’m not a puppet–do you know that? or a fashioned clay? Somehow I hated writting this part because I know I’m being selfish. You on the other hand wanted to marry me because you see something that you wanted–like a trek to Mount Everest as a goal to climb.
Hey you didn’t pick me out of a catalog for a wife material case. I know there would be lots of women out there who would love you for a partner, your money speaks so, added to the fact that you’re quite charming yourself.
Megz, please let me go. I know that my inequities and shenanigans are not easy to take, but I owe you this much.
I’m setting you free, I hope that you’ll appreciate that freedom as the whole of you does not revolve around me, I am not your life. I am a separate person from you..
02 Sep 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
Something to do, something to hope for and someone to love–this is the very heart of all my write ups here in HE since I started blogging in this site. I don’t know how many lives I’ve touched or how many families I’ve directed in shelter for strength in life, all I know is, I have to give back what this community has done for me a couple of years way back then, hope.
I have done what I could to make AA patients here remember the reason for living–I made them believe that in every season of their lives our God is faithful.
I will not have the confidence to write in here if I didn’t experience and share the pain of every members ordeal here. But the buck stops there.
Life as I presented is sweet as a nectar every moment worth savoring..true until Reverend Natuel sat by my side while I’m playing the piano for his wife, I was doing a wedding song ‘cherish the treasure’; Pastor Natuel couldn’t care less if his wife’s voice is dragging my notes, all he knows is, the love of his life is singing.–and he said to me, I met her in Albay Bible School and from then on I decided that I’m going to love her everyday for the rest of our lives. And then he joined his wife singing the lines, I cherish the treasure, the treasure of you, life long comapanion I give myself to you, God has enabled me to walk with you faithfully, and by his grace will pledge my heart to you.
It looks like for the first time I’m seeing the world just as it is. My naivitê and inexpirienced heart tells me that I’m doing everything wrong here. There’s no such thing as fairy tales, and what I have written for these past years wouldn’t hold much because it is not real.
This is my reality. I wanted to apologize to all the readers here who I had misled to believe that in their darkest days a lieutenant named Jarl Tynan Montgomery would rescue them. (should have listened to Mrs Ciss). Ditto to that.
Since this article is the last in our series, I’m doing it differently this time. I wanted to be as honest as possible, no more harlequin or hallmark memories to cover up.The last item is–someone to love. And as I am writting this right now, I only have one person in mind.
I assume that he will not have the chance to read this so I’m taking all the liberty to write in here whatever I want. The love of my life did not promise me nirvana or cloud 9; in deep recesses I don’t even think he has one romantic bone in his body, and ever since I met him I’ve thrown out silverscreen, candy hearts, daffodils, fireworks and fairy tales. He operates on the idea that its either black or white only–contrast to my very colorful world. Somewhere between today and yesterday my brains got synched because I’m the worst psc when it comes to him. I don’t think I ever did convince of him of my blithering marketing acts I’ve created so far, he just lets me do the ranting and afterwards he nods his head telling me that I’m right but nonetheless makes it his business to be leading : ). He always-always has his way of geting things the way he wants it–and oh god my independence is impaired.
I’m too bothered by his existence. My emotions overwhelm me sometimes that I couldn’t even begin tell him that my freedom ended the moment I looked into his eyes to admit that this is for the long run, that someday I want him to be the one waiting for me down in the pedestal…but of course I will never say out that loud to him. I don’t know how people do the transition from being in a casual relationship ( friendship as you call it) than thinking that this is for keeps..if there is such a thing as criteria for judging..I’m sure I do have a list…somewhere, then it must have gotten lost coz just hearing his laughter is enough to get me through the whole day, sans my cafe americano.
My dear readers I cannot give you a love story here like those one in the movies, and there will be no spotlights, my decision to love this person comes from the fact that he ruins my sleep and makes me aware of being alive. And that being alive is enough to make me look forward to wake up each morning with him by side.
Someone to love, I wish I could share him to all of you but I’m the one who got lucky here and I’m really too selfish to share him—honestly hehe. Readers you don’t need all the reason in this world to stay alive-fight for life; but somehow in the process when you look at it, that imperfect situation that you are in, with that imperfect person–is reason enough to get down on your knees and thank God for your everyday existence.
I know I could live without him, but what good is life without him.
24 Jun 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
Outside there’s a drizzle that makes my heart just be contented on where I am and what I am doing in life. I should be ashamed on making this statement, today is June 24–just a couple of days before I have to pay my house rent and really I still don’t have and idea on where will I get the means to pay it.(charge it to expirience and credit card hehe)
Should I file for bankruptcy and just head way way back home in surrender and defeat?
My head is telling me what a fraud am I, my stashed away cash in bank is enough to cover 3 months of my penniless existence–but I seem to ignore the joys of it. I can’t and don’t want to touch even a cent of it. I’m a typical taurean I guess, I’ll save up for the most expensive stuffs than put my money in somewhere else less than an AA standard.
I’ve been eyeing a very expensive gadget in the market for sometime now and that’s exactly where my money is heading.
I’m not gonna say that I’m the most practical money manager–for the longest time that I have been handling my own finances there are just a couple of times that I almost filed for for bankruptcy at a hair’s breathe away. I would say that having a single status, my income is more than enough actually, and I’m not a party animal either.
But…all of me is made up of my family. I’ve been thinking lately why God gave me this job now and from the likes of it I guess He is trying to tell me that this is the only job right now that could finance my mom’s medical expenses–and sure does. The only problem in this arena is that, I leave nothing for myself.
I love taking care of my family, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them, they are my life. But would you understand me if I say that sometimes I’m so overwhelmed by my responsibility that I have to fight back tears just to get through all of these?
Currently I’m a provider for my family–but things get messed up because I am playing the mother and father role for all of us. I get so soaked up in emotions, I’m so weak when it comes to my family.
That emotional quotient that they are referring? I don’t have that. It’s like balancing the paternal role of a provider and the emotional support we get from mothers. I’m not a superwoman. I have bills to pay and a mother to remind to fight for life.
As I’m taking care of my family..I missed being taken care of too, but rather I think that is a selfish idea. I shouldn’t entertain those thoughts–its an added load to this weight I’m carrying already.
I’m writting this down not to whine but to finally put an end to my fears and doubts.
I’m not a perfect person and I wish I could say here now that everything will be all right, but that is a farce. Life would not want me to justify what has been handed down, and it is just okay actually.
If I have all the certainties for every circumstance in life, I would never know that there is beginning and end to all these things.
I have to go through all this things. I don’t know why, but there’s something bespokely about it.
I just know that I love my family; I have enough for each day’s need. My rent….oh hehe
I’ll be okay.
22 Jun 2010
by Melanie Rose Barrameda
in His banner over me is love
I’ve got a terrible headache right now, my day started out with my fist clamped on my phone ready to do a battle work in my office. Well this is a normal sight to behold and I feel like I’m just on a mission to get this done.
My task is just pretty simple–do a presentation with an unlikely client, crunch some numbers and see if they agree with my idea.
The client that I’m supposed to talked is an ‘accountant’–I already have bad memories with the likes of these people and another one is not a novelty anymore.
Anyway there I was presenting his would be home–the comforts and all those sales talk. I believe I did my job well–but of course the guy is an accountant so he questions every statement that I made, and he was like do you know that I’m a certified public accountant and you must do your best to convince me?
I was never the type who look down on people and what their jobs are as long as they have integrity in it. The guy is clearly making those around him uncomfortable with his presence by stating an irritating fact.
I counted from one to ten just to remind myself that I am talking to a client. He is really so full of himself. But the last straw of it all is when he interrupted me again with a statement– I do not believe you because I am praticing professional skeptiscm.
And I, a pissed of property consultant who had her whits done answered in a very sweet tone–sir I’m just showing you the part of the house where you can see the sun rising, do you really have to be skeptic about it still?
I have to remind myself that this is just a job and I can’t let it get through me.
This is just one of those ordinary days that I get. But my job is really not so that bad. I love what I’m doing even though people get skeptic at me. I’m branded as a sales person, just another wannabee who is thinking of profits and commision. But you see, I haven’t been in this business that long to say that I know everything good that I can offer to clients; all I know is, I’m a property consultant and I’m here to help you find your own place–oh yes of course the commision counts too–well somebody has to put food on the table!
I relish the fact that I am in sales because I cannot abide with routinary work and boredom. Its not the best job in this world nor the worst, I can only say that I am practicing integrity amongst something else that this dog eat dog world provides. And yes there are a lot of times that I have to skimper a bit because next the pay day is not yet sure.
The income in sales is quite rather big than the ordinary workforce pittance–but its not regular; it depends on qouta and productivity. I guess this is one of the reasons why people look down on us, we don’t have stability. The only thing that is constant in sales is our name’s credibilty–no monetary value in it.
Back to my client who is an accountant—I get all the taunt that he hisses at my work, but he will never know that I am an accountant myself too.
I’m gonna stand firmly for this job that I’m holding now. I can placate his statement, but I’m not gonna do it.
He may be a certified public accountant but he doesn’t have what it takes to be a sales person, integrity.
