I used to think that staying in my current job was like going out with a girl with no long-term potential:
the sex is great
you're having a great time, but you know it wouldn't last. Now, I'm having a great time with my job; between Angel Locsin
, the TV here at the office
, the arrangements that are so lax that I regularly leave for work after
I finish watching Eat Bulaga, and the fact that for the past month all I've been wearing to work is a plain t-shirt, walking shorts and flip-flops (and the only comment I got was from an officemate, who was gay, asking me where I got my flip-flops, because they were very nice, binili ng nanay ko sa Liliw), I mean, what else could I ask for?
But in the back of my mind, I always thought it wouldn't last. I always thought I'd get a real job again. One that would pay more money. One where you can't come in if heaven forbid you're wearing a shirt without a collar. One where you can't watch every NBA game on TV live in the mornings. Just like the one I used to have.
I used to think all of that, and while I haven't completely changed my mind, I'm at least reconsidering, because of some work-related stuff that has happened the last couple of days. I just completed six months on the job. Maybe I could stay after all, for the long term, and not just for the
perks. We'll see.
When I think about it, I can't believe I've been working for so long now. I could still remember my first job interview ever, almost three years ago, which even led to this IM conversation with Mark when I caught him online:
Me: "Pare, nakita ko na doon yung pinakahanap-hanap ko sa isang kompanya."
Mark: "Ano naman yun?"
Me: "Maraming tsiks."