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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Drooling over a dishwashing job...
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop Drooling over a dishwashing job... | Drooling over a dishwashing job... |
| Tuesday, 27 January 2009 | |
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I have recently stopped counting the days (when I reached the hundredth) but it's been four months... I am still unemployed and fully dependent on my surrogate family here at Uncle Sam's. Well, surrogate isn't really the term since I am living with my brother, SIL, and my niece. But hey, I was never used to living with someone and depending on anyone. And I am sure that, just the same, they are not used to having me or anyone else at that, around here. God knows how much I owe them for taking me in. I could even say that they have literally clothed me, fed me, and put a roof over my head. Since they are family, I felt that I belong. They have given me comfort the best they can give. But reality is little by little sinking-in. We cannot ignore that. I was supposed to be an asset, not a liability to anyone! But I am stuck and if not of the things that I do around here, I would have gone mad! Insane. I am really grateful that I've got a lot of things here that I can be busy about to save myself from feeling insecure and depressed being in such situation. Doing nothing or being unproductive for a day makes me uncomfortable. I don't feel alive and it feels like I am going to die. Now you know how to torture me. But I am blessed. With the guidance of my SIL, I am learning a lot of things. She's practically my mentor when it comes to household stuffs, especially in cooking. *wink*. I can't fry tilapya without ruining its form and I can't even perfect (deep) frying some chicken legs (uhh.. Tita, what's this?! LOL!) but at least I haven't cooked anything yet that would make all of us storm out of the kitchen and decide to eat out. I admit, there are times that I feel embarrassed and disappointed on how my task would end-- messed-up or palpak. But we get by. I am just praying that I won't be cursed for being palpak all the time. Yes! I am being domesticated and I am loving it! Really loving it. Now I know what I want to be someday-- a plain housewife! You think I am kidding, eh? I am not. Don't tell that to my mom, though. *hehehe* But since I needed to set my priorities and start my way to what they call financial independence, I have to forget about being domesticated most of the time and keep knocking and hoping that someone would open a door for me to get in or at least a window for me to climb in. I can't just rely on my pseudo-writing job (now I know what my mom meant when I told her in high school that I wanted to be a writer/journalist), although this is not a job but yet another passion. Call me pathetic but yes, I am considering any kind of job now. Even those that are not related to I.T.. From administrative assistant to a dishwasher, I have sent my application to almost anything that fancies me. Before I left for this country, I was so looking forward to getting a job that is not related to I.T., anyway. I wanted to try other stuff, that is. Hmm.. I did not know they would be needing my resume on the dishwashing-job until I clicked on the "Apply Now" button. Can I just tell them to ignore my skills and pay attention to my cover letter that says-- "I love doing the dishes more than anybody else!"? Nope. It is not desperation that is pushing me to get jobs such as that. It is passion! Go ask my friends and their moms about that. *wink*. Kitchen is my favorite spot where you'd see me enjoying and rubbing my hands under warm running water. I am aiming high (and low). And when I land on a job as a dishwasher or anything, I am telling you: that will be one of my happiest days here at Uncle Sam's. Rock bottom. If I hit that, then I know the next direction to go. |
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