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Sunday, May 04, 2008

I was eagerly looking for a job. even before submitting the final draft of my undergraduate research. yeah, excited as you may say, but who would not wanted to earn when you know that after graduation you are expected to be independent FINANCIALLY.

As a DevCom graduate, i know and i recognize the fact that we are trained to practice DEVCOM as what it is: Communication for planned social change. I was fascinated with this thought that I sought for jobs which I know i can really be a DEVCOM practitioner, and i did! I have found a job that suites me best, and I know I have been wanting since undergrad years.

I was baptized in the workforce, April 21 even before the commencement exercises was held. I felt that maybe, this is it.

But, I woke up one morning realizing things aren't going my way. I'm stressed whenever I report to work, probably because of long hours of ride from laguna to QC, and even if I've transferred in Mandaluyong, which, as we all know, is a nearer place, stress still gets in my way. This somehow affected my performance and depleting quality of my work.

And as i am browsing through the pages of what I am supposed to read and do a write up about, my head aches, not because I want to procrastinate, but the things I am seeing are so damn unfamiliar.

What happened? This supposed to be a realized dream! But why am I not happy?

Damn.


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