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It’s funny how access to any kind of social media platform miraculously turns people into political analysts.
They say that life is made up of a series of lessons. I have to agree.
When I look back at my life, I know that there were some lessons that I had to learn – which I did and I was (finally) able to move on. Some lessons, however, are harder to figure out. Whether this is because it’s a personality disorder on my part, a stubbornness that I cannot seem to get out of my system or simply a masochistic tendency, I do not know.
Sometimes I wonder if any of us will ever be at peace with the fact that those we love and love us loved someone else before us. I once asked someone if he regretted being with his ex (and he was with her for 4 years and it ended horribly) and he said yes. And I had the gall to say, “Don’t. You shouldn’t.”
Little did I know that there would come a time when him regretting it or not was not point. The point was that I did.
True, she never did anything to me – I don’t even know her from Adam – and yet I loathe her existence. I loathe her for everything she did to him. I abhor her for how she broke him. Most of all (and most illogically), I hate her for the simple fact that, once upon a time, he loved her.
Never mind the fact that he doesn’t love her now. Never mind the fact that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me. It’s that once upon a time he loved her… That once upon a time he wanted to spend his life with her.
Sometimes I wonder why I can’t leave the past well enough alone (and I have to applaud the amount of effort that I put into this, as it sometimes involves reading goddamn posts from
(social network undisclosed) written a million years ago, going through horrendously long friends lists and about a bazillion photo albums containing some really badly taken – and not to mention embarrassing-if-that-were-me-I’d-rather-die-than-post-that – pictures). I know it’s me and my perverse need to know everything… Even if I know that I’ll pay for it every single time.
This is not doubt. Never think that it is. I know that this is it for me. I will never love – nor would I want to – anyone else. I also know, however, that this is intrinsically and inexplicably wrong (the masochistic part, not the loving part). I have come to the conclusion that it is easier for us to speak about our past because for us it is over. But there is always that other person to think about. The one who always hurts a little when they remember that they know what they know. It’s not that I don’t understand that there was a past. Sometimes I think I just wish I could erase it.
But I can’t. I know what I know. Against all logic, I went through what I did. I did this. This is my bed and now I have to lie in it. There is absolutely no one to blame but me.
Don’t be fooled into thinking that this some baggage that I carry with me all the time. It’s not. But again, I know what I know. This is me grieving. This is me trying to learn how to let go. This is me trying to learn that one goddamn lesson that I cannot seem to learn.
I’ve always said that the worst kinds of hell are those that we make for ourselves. And yet with that nugget of wisdom firmly lodged in my cranium, I really have to wonder, “Why on earth do I keep fucking doing it?”
And in times like these, the only sarcastic quip I can come up with to comfort myself is, “See the light at the end of the tunnel? That’s a train heading straight for you.”
I told you I was a little crazy.
Dark & Twisted…
I was recently tasked to go through a not-so-big pile in resumes in hopes of finding a diamond in the rough. The objective of this particular activity was to find suitable candidates for an initial face-to-face interview. 30 minutes into it, my head began to pound (later on you will understand why). Due to an undeniable need for therapeutic release, I have decided to write about it.
Let’s begin with the end. Out of 15 CVs, my good friend AC and I ended up with (drum roll, please!)… 3. Three. Seriously. Three (I cannot get enough of saying this out loud).
Some time between CV #3 and #15, I was making mental notes of what I wanted to say to these people. Since I now know that I will (thankfully) never get to meet around 80% of them, I will write it down instead.
Here goes (in no particular order)…
CV #1: You’re overqualified. We’re afraid that you’re going to bore people to death when you talk. No, seriously, you’re overqualified. Take that as a good thing.
CV #2: It was very nice of you to share that you are currently processing your papers for possible employment out of the country. I would, however, rethink this as it only made me wonder if you were planning to flee the RP any time soon. Also, it is best, when sending a horrendously long CV, to have all pages formatted as short or long, not a combination of both.
CV #3: You are very intelligent – your background and extensive career certainly speaks for you. You are, unfortunately, also very old (and when I say old, I mean OLD). I am concerned that you might suddenly keel over and die during class.
CV #4: To be honest, you actually made it to the “maybe” pile. I applaud the very courageous decision to shift from the automotive industry to that of the BPO. I have no doubt that you are very good at what you do right now. However, further screening of your application moved you from the “maybe” pile to the “no” pile. Also, it would be best, when updating your work history, to begin with your most recent employer, not the one you were with two decades ago.
CV #5: Please do not write your cover letter using size-20 font. I may be visually impaired, but I am not blind. Size 12 would have done just fine. Some tips for future endeavors…
1.) When applying for a position, please decide what position you’re actually applying for. This is not the lottery. More entries does not mean more chances of winning.
2.) Do not rely so heavily on MS Word’s spell and grammar check. You may spell all the words correctly, but it does not mean that you make sense. And even if you have skills for running something efficiently and have outgoing personality and professionalism in creating a calm and friendly work environment, I highly doubt that you will be the best asset for my organization.
3.) When you have attached something to an email, it has already been done. Therefore, it should be in the past tense. It’s the tense wherein you put a -d or -ed after the verb. Unless it’s irregular, of course.
CV #6: Bata ka pa. Marami ka pang bigas na kakainin. Next time nalang.
CV #7: It is normally good practice to include tasks and responsibilities for your employment history. Don’t just put the company, your position and how long you were there. Malay ko ba kung ano ginagawa mo dun. I will, however, admit to being in awe of your ability to put a full-body picture in your resume.
CV #8: When listing down tasks and responsibilities of previous and present jobs, please do not write in paragraph form. There are things called bullets. Use it.
CV #9: The position you are applying for is that of a Training Consultant. Please do not write “Application For: Hostes, Receptionist, Captain, F&B” on your resume.
(background omitted) ka. Hindi namin kelangan ng (position connected to background omitted). Sana i-check ang qualifications bago mag-apply.
CV #11: Maganda sana ang resume mo… sana yun ang kelangan namin. Isa ka pa – check qualifications before applying. Please? Ako na nagmamakaawa.
CV #12: There are no words. Like seriously. Because of you, I posted “Bakit ang daming galit sa subject-verb agreement and tenses? Maawa naman kayo sa nagbabasa sa sinulat nyo.” on facebook.
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Here’s to hoping.
Dark & Twisted…
Whoever said that curiosity killed the cat didn’t know half of it. They forgot to mention the sheer and utter torture that comes with opening accounts you weren’t supposed to look up in the first place… That and the realization that sometimes it’s not your past that stabs you in the heart – it’s someone else’s.
My fault. My bad. I don’t know why I do these things. Seriously.
Dark & Twisted…