funny how a fat "income" can turn your life around--literally. it's one word that can make me turn cartwheels in high heels. no matter how plainly defined the word income is --flow of wealth-- no adage can make man's love for money disappear (money can't buy me love; the root of all evil...).
i have spent 3 whole days job hunting with friends. it was so tiring! the part where i had to find the right pair of platforms to complete my corporate look made it more arduous. of course, you have to make a good impression. in this department, i know i have matured. i keep a decent collection of pencil-cut and A-line skirts (below the knee). solid-colored shirts are a hit. whites and navy blues are indispensable to achieving a classic look.
spontaneity is the key to impressing the HR assistant who would most likely spend the whole 15 minutes sizing up your wardrobe, and the next few hours waiting for you to mispronounce a word or mix-up your grammar. if you're into memorizing, make sure you don't force the lines into your sentence unless they're really relevant. otherwise, you'd end up sounding like a parrot mimicking a talking glossy magazine (cosmopolitan, metro and...uhm good housekeeping perhaps?).
it's like explaining yourself to a shrink whose license has just expired. personality tests are usually given by top corporations with money to spend on risograph machines. why do they even bother? we all know how inaccurate the results can get considering the allowance for "honesty" and the freedom given to an applicant (precisely to manipulate his scores and yield a psychological readiness to perform the job). where else can you get a rating of 10 for accountability and punctuality? oops, i'm way too cynical for this type of blog entry :) so i'll just end this paragraph by confining the downside of psychological evaluations to factual errors.
marvin (muyot), the willing victim who drove us to ayala's very busy streets, was too excited to notice the speck of ketchup slime on his collar and hear the pitch of his own trembling voice when he got up to follow the voice that came from the empty hall that led to the spooky interview booth. it was like a silent battle...really! the villain lurks behind the transient office walls and slumps on the black leather chair once you reach the threshold to his own office space--the space that says "i hold the key to your future". but in reality, he is the same small guy who got a beating from the campus bully in 3rd grade.
our only reward after 3 grueling hours of waiting for our turn to be interviewed was the much awaited FT (food trip). the idea of spending way too much on milkshakes and dinner--without actually feeling guilty--can calm an anxious interviewee's nerves like no other. but nothing beats dad's tinola...more than the soothing prickle it sends to my nerves, the fact that it's free does wonders to my grief-stricken career as a happy job hunter with a big appetite.
i'm so glad to be home! :)
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