Career = Job?
March 7, 2008 — Alreia TuazonWhen I was a fresh high school grad, I didn’t know what course I should take. My parents were insurance agents at that time, thus my exposure to sales and marketing is incredibly great. But I’m not fond of selling things. I’m more of a shopper. Hahaha.I was into computers at that time, chatting in Stone Age MIRC, using beta versions of Internet Explorer, have actually used WordStar and Lotus123 as word processors and spreadsheet applications, experienced the super slow Windows 95, 98, 2000, ME (Mistake Edition, lol), and finally the culture shocking XP.For a span of a certain time, I thought my future would depend on those machines. But aside from that, I fancy answering calls for my parents if the secretary is out of her cubicle. I find telephone operators’ voices cute. Haha.And now, I’m barely out of college. I’m saying barely, cause I ain’t out of it yet, technically speaking. I was first choosy where to look for work, but as my dough runs out, each day I was getting desperate than yesterday to have a job that would suffice my needs.There was one night, when I came home around 11pm. I was too tired to eat so I went to bed and rest. I wasn’t really sleepy and it came across my mind - “What do I really want?”The answers came the next day when I woke up. I just want to be useful, not useless. I wanted to help, to be progressive not idle.I want to have my own place, my own things and give my family a better life. Vague description right? Some say, it’s being materialistic, but I say it’s my way of setting goals. I know I can do better, when I see something done.So much for bumming around.
