This is one of the reasons I moved out to look for a job without any of my folks telling me to. I bet they've long gotten used to my sudden announcements anyway. We're not dirt poor, but I hate being a burden to anybody. (As to the reason why I moved out, I just knew that Cotabato was gonna drive me crazy. I can't wait to get my family out of that crazy place.)
I am now officially independent. Make that last Thursday, when I received my first paycheck. So what do I do for a living, and where? I copyedit manuscripts in an American publishing company in Cebu. With teaching as an exception, I couldn't have asked for a job more fitting for an English major. Since I've had no illusions of a grand, exciting yuppie life from the beginning, I have absolutely no problems to speak of regarding my current job. I perform the tasks required of me, not prodigy-like but sensibly enough. I have made friends in the office, of course excluding Kim (who is not only my workmate but roommate as well; we theorize that a few weeks more and one of us is going to smother the other in her sleep, I love you Rimberly).
I'm not homesick, though I'm already making vacation leave plans in my head. I live with two of my best college friends, and we have a blast making work-exhaustion bearable through sick jokes we never run out of. I have an out-of-this-world relationship with my boyfriend (who I love to pieces for coming here on my birthday, the day I got hired; I have freak luck, as Ruby's boyfriend said, dapat tumaya ako sa lotto nung July 9).
I'm doing fine here. I'm a far cry from the Fatimah in Cebu six years ago. I'm happy.
reding-ready for the interview
(badang concept by Faith Gumalal)
happy birthday to me!
