boy, was i so happy working in and for this company some four years and three months ago! well, i’m still happy now but not as much. see, circumstances are far more different today and with the way things are, i’m kinda losing the thread that binds my loyalty in tact. i still owe this company so much, though. aside from the fact that this is my longest employment so far, i’ve learned so much from my almost-five years stint as a trainer here. and i’d never be more thankful for the friends i got to know from GIPI.
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exactly six months ago now, i stepped into this world of motorcycle merchants – it was 8:00am. i was just chums with pareng tirso from way back WOW and job fair undertakings that’s why i learned about this company. thanks to his sponsorship generosity. it really was a strange feeling walking into a new domain, seeing unfamiliar faces with expressions i did not instantly make out. but i appreciated the sincere efforts of warmness and kindness gestures. promise!
“o bamba, dati kinukulit mo lang ako sa cheke ng sponsorship ko. ngayon, ka-trabaho na kita,” was pareng tirso’s welcoming remarks.
i positioned myself amongst the occupied HR peeps, beside a seatmate who hardly talks but humanitarian enough to bare a smile. (by the way, nice smile, jo!) my first weeks were monotonous, lame, humdrum (for crying out loud!). but the pace started to notch a level higher during the succeeding weeks and months… and hardly did i notice, i’ve been with this company for a half-year already. a world i happily welcome as extension to my list of comfort zones.
they’ve given me a super action-packed, lively and momentous six months. (needless to say, busy, hectic, energy-draining, temper-challenging, brain-draining and the like…) to wit:
First Project: VMV
this kinda thing took me places… literally and figuratively.
- first stop was manila: got to meet the equally dynamic people on HO-SL and some SL branch employees. (just please explain why i had the odd feeling seeing those knee-length, pencil-cut skirt and hair tied in a pusod… if you get my point, shut up!) but what’s more stamped in my memory book was the time i spent bonding with dormmates, classmates, friends, acquaintances and, of course, paps!
- genuine laughter with the hilarious tcm bajada team (thanks to the waggy charles tomaroy and friends who sent us rolling on the floor)
- a developed crush with the captain of the pci cabaguio ship
- an unexpected reunion made possible by pci tagum
- gained good friends from tcm digos who are both royal bloods (di ba u? musta, kai?)
- bonding with the wacky casts of the tcm kidapawan and pci tacurong sitcom
- warranted with free ilonggo tutorials and instant friendship from a member of team tcm isulan. ang abyan ko nga indi kabalo mangakig, meldy.
- felt the warmth and hospitality of the tcm marbel populace and pci gensan (j. catolico) inhabitants
- off to pcs zamboanga, where i had a very sacred moment with God at the magnificent fort pilar. the pious me couldn’t close my mouth at how glorious the place is.
- bcoz of the tcm ipil group, i fin’lly found a bar which is open on a sunday night. gracias to jing, jean and brother franny.
- tcm dipolog are the people i love the most! i swear i’m going back to share another bonding moment with them… be it videoke at the branch, a walk and talk at the boulevard, a drive to dapitan and a plunge at dakak. wait lang mo, i shall return!
- my dancing partner who hails from tcm pagadian… prepare for our “pirmi naa ka” song and dance number soon
- in pci
- visayas cluster: my vow of return to pci
- i promised sir gamay i’ll spare more time at pci
- cebu b! if being stranded in the rain means a sumptuous dinner of puso and manok, then i’d gladly spend the night stenciling tons of mc units with team pci cebu. and promise me we’d climb that hill higher with the rest of the pci mandaue gang on a non-drizzling night, denz.
- and of course, side trip to tipolo for my irresistible little treasure, sarah francesca! happy belated birthday baby!
first project pa lang yan ha… see, i’m not really into the work part of the experience here, obviously… just the lighter part of everything that i do. combining work with pleasure, as they say. but i’m more of the “pleasure” type of person.
The Royal Bloods
these are the beings who made my career adjustments effortless, affluent and stress-free. these are the faces you often see me with in pictures and videos. the individuals you’d identify me with. i may not have shared something deeply confidential and utterly serious with them yet (except for one, though) but they are the ones who spell f-u-n the way i do. they were never judgmental of the way i look, my fashion taste, kakikayan, katarayan appeal and my language. they accepted me for who i am and respected me not bcoz of my position but bcoz of being me. it feels so great, so groovy having known them. my sense of belongingness was heightened when i got invited to gimiks and hang outs here and there.
- ankle bob’s house: it was extraordinary… simply extraordinary! i couldn’t say anything more. just look at the pictures… hmm… on second though, teh, puh-lease hide the pictures. for members only nga lang pala yun.
- the venue: the episode happened twice already. lots of dancing, laughing, shouting, strutting and body breaking dance moves. that stage side ledge beamed a different kind of glow as we braced our stuffs sending cheers and jeers from those below. huh!
- epol: the first and only (so far) overnight get-away i shared with some seven earthly-creatures-mistaken-for-humans (plus me) in the wilderness of marilog. amidst the cold and dark, sounds of glee echoed over the place. we simply couldn’t stop the soft chuckle from becoming loud laughs from the big mouths due to our nonstop idiotic antics. even the super duper cold water from the falls did not refrain us from our face and abs exercise a.k.a. ngisi, katawa, kabuang.
- pool party: through the kindness of mama rose, we had another bonding moment worth p50.00 inclusive of eat, swim and kiat all-you-can’s. in our skimpiest attires, we braved embarrassment and ridicule and sashayed our assets around the calupcupan private resort. pictures here, there and everywhere. poses, innocent and otherwise, flooded everywhere leaving the pool hungry for chlorine. it was one helluva night!
- durian eating contest: twas the eve of my half-year anniv being a gent. finished 3 puyat durians amidst the bustling magsaysay area, street children, er, brats, and noise. naglalis pa jud sa kambyo. a very unadorned way to celebrate the pride of
so who said giving something up would not pave way for something greater? to “ate mate” who once said i’m the person who’s not worthy of friendship, screw you!
i am just on my sixth month battling the quandaries of this new-found corporate life of mine… bisor and cuz-in-law, miss ivy, jokingly asked me where the HR celebration will be? ey, i’m up for regularization, God-willing. this would be another step in the corporate ladder… meaning, another set of challenges, another chapter of energy-consuming activities, new lines of complaints, greater problems to face and the list continues… am i ready for this?
it was 8:00am when i first opened that door of gentrade international (phils), incorporated… i’m about to clear my desk and head home. the royal bloods have gone ahead. a big smile is posted in my face and confidence in my heart as i am finishing this blog entry. it’s 8:00pm, six months after… and yes, i am more than ready for tomorrow.
originally posted on october 5, 2006 @ friendster blogs
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