I'm losing a job... soon.
Seriously.
The Saturday before I finally went back to (my office) work (at NBN), our overall boss called me, my fellow worker, and my direct supervisor, and asked if we could stop by NBN so she could tell us the news. Oh well. Not that I was caught off guard... but it's not that I also expected it to happen... it's just, well... nothing. I didn't feel relief or anything at all. But of course, it worries me to think that I'll be losing more than half of my current income soon....
The reason? Cost-cutting measures. The network lost two major sponsors so they're left cash strapped and without any other choice but to trim down their employees. The funny thing was, many of the people they left were the ones who have skyrocketing salaries, who have records of inefficiency, and who would be retiring soon. Isn't that kind of a foolish decision? But if that's their decision, so be it. I'm just thankful for the following reasons:
1.) Because of NBN, I was able to write news for national TV
2.) I was able to learn how to edit videos
3.) I was able to learn how to lineup stories
4.) I was able to develop my own sense of editorial judgment
5.) I was able to build relations with some veteran newsmen
6.) I was able to make decisions for our program segment and have them followed (such as the graphics, the lineup format, etc.)
I will always be thankful to NBN for the opportunity it has accorded me with... but here is one person I will never forget, of course:
He is Mr. Jun del Rosario, my mentor, the one who became a "Father" icon to me ever since college.
He was my professor in Broadcast Announcing and Performance during my second year in college. Because of his busy schedule, he almost always never made it to school; but we loved his subject course so much, so we made an effort to keep in touch with him (through me?). It felt then that I was his personal secretary, and during those days I resented it, but now, I see that he had just wanted me to learn, and I am so thankful that he allowed that to happen.
And then, after college, he invited me to be part of a program where he was EP at NBN. When things started turning awry, he fought for me even if the bosses wanted me retrenched. He maintained that I was one of the most effective and efficient of his staff, and that I could do anything they wanted me to do. And so, that was how I learned video editing. Now, the only thing I really needed to master in the field of news production was directing and chargen, and I thank Sir Jun for everything.
Now, he will be among the workers who will be relieved from their positions because of the cost-cutting measure. He will no longer be able to fight for me to be retained, and I cannot fight for him as well. But this I have to say:
Once more, THANK YOU!
You know very well why.
There are losses, but there will be many happy returns.
And I'm hoping for bountiful blessings for you and your family.
GOD bless you!
I really dunno how to say everything.
But right now, I feel motivated....
I want the network to regret losing me... losing us.
And yes, I also need to earn for my Baby.
I will make sure I earn more than what I earned when I was with the network.
So, that's how I will start again.
I pray that the opportunity I have been promised and am hoping for will be given to me.
They will not be disappointed... this I guarantee.
So, help me God. =)
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Mommy's Got Really Long Hair (Literally and Figuratively)
My hair's now reaching to my butt, but that's not what I'm going to talk about here. :) You see, when people say, "Uy, ang haba ng hair" here, you know what that means... it's something, uh, flattering. :) Perhaps what happened last night was a testament to that.
So, why am I saying that mahaba ang hair ko? :D Oh well... let me begin this way. Last night was my turn to face Marky's tantrums because it's a weekend and I won't have work at dawn the next day. All I can say is, it was almost a nightmare. He's super wide awake, and I want to sleep already... I give him milk, change his diapers, swaddle him, carry him... and when I stop doing those and just let him be on the bed we made for him, he lets out the most scandalous shriek ever... and yes, he cries. Aside from that, I've been peed on three times, and yes, I know his butt hurts already from diaper rash, so what I did was, I let him be on cloth diapers for as long as he's awake. The result is, I've got a ton of cloth diapers to wash the following day. :o
Anyway, that's still not the story. :) The story's this... when Marky finally decided that he's going to sleep (read: his tummy's full, he smells like a baby once more, his clothes, blanket, and bedsheets have been changed three times due to spilled milk and pee, his butt is now dry and powdered and slapped on with a disposable diaper), I settled on my sleeping position - finally! - still beside him, hugging him and with my face close to him. When I did, he smiled and slept sweetly. Then, I said, "O, Baby, dito naman ako sa isa ko pang baby ha..." (his daddy, who was sleeping beside me). That time, his Daddy already has, for some reason, our entire bedsheet, his blanket and MY blanket wrapped on his body, so what I was planning to do then was to get my blanket off him since I'm feeling cold na rin. I was just motioning to face Daddy when Marky let out a shriek once more, so I have to face him and hug him again. When I did, he smiled and went to sleep. Aba, choosy na bata....
And then, I fell asleep. In the middle of my sleep, I woke up to the feeling of someone licking my lips. Marky was actually sipping my lips, thinking perhaps that it was his pacifier or his milk bottle! Hahaha. But when I told Daddy what Marky did, I said his son kissed me! Hahaha....
Thus said, I have two conclusions:
1.) That Marky views his Daddy as his competition to me (Oedipal complex?); and,
2.) That Marky likes Mommy!
Haha. :D
So, why am I saying that mahaba ang hair ko? :D Oh well... let me begin this way. Last night was my turn to face Marky's tantrums because it's a weekend and I won't have work at dawn the next day. All I can say is, it was almost a nightmare. He's super wide awake, and I want to sleep already... I give him milk, change his diapers, swaddle him, carry him... and when I stop doing those and just let him be on the bed we made for him, he lets out the most scandalous shriek ever... and yes, he cries. Aside from that, I've been peed on three times, and yes, I know his butt hurts already from diaper rash, so what I did was, I let him be on cloth diapers for as long as he's awake. The result is, I've got a ton of cloth diapers to wash the following day. :o
Anyway, that's still not the story. :) The story's this... when Marky finally decided that he's going to sleep (read: his tummy's full, he smells like a baby once more, his clothes, blanket, and bedsheets have been changed three times due to spilled milk and pee, his butt is now dry and powdered and slapped on with a disposable diaper), I settled on my sleeping position - finally! - still beside him, hugging him and with my face close to him. When I did, he smiled and slept sweetly. Then, I said, "O, Baby, dito naman ako sa isa ko pang baby ha..." (his daddy, who was sleeping beside me). That time, his Daddy already has, for some reason, our entire bedsheet, his blanket and MY blanket wrapped on his body, so what I was planning to do then was to get my blanket off him since I'm feeling cold na rin. I was just motioning to face Daddy when Marky let out a shriek once more, so I have to face him and hug him again. When I did, he smiled and went to sleep. Aba, choosy na bata....
And then, I fell asleep. In the middle of my sleep, I woke up to the feeling of someone licking my lips. Marky was actually sipping my lips, thinking perhaps that it was his pacifier or his milk bottle! Hahaha. But when I told Daddy what Marky did, I said his son kissed me! Hahaha....
Thus said, I have two conclusions:
1.) That Marky views his Daddy as his competition to me (Oedipal complex?); and,
2.) That Marky likes Mommy!
Haha. :D
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tired.
D'you know the feeling after you've carried three bags full of weights on both arms for the whole day? That is how it feels at the moment. I don't really know why... perhaps it is because I was able to build muscles carrying Baby, doing the laundry, carrying pails full of water, and typing at least five hours a day.
Update about Marky: After a week of breastfeeding him, Daddy's told me to give up. It's no use; he's not getting enough milk, and my nipples were already cracked and bleeding. Add to that the fact that I'm going back to office soon, so it's either I pump or we'd just have him succumb to bottle feeding. We chose the latter, because when I tried to pump, both breasts, the produce won't even exceed 2 ounces. Pity, pity. Oh yeah, breastfeeding is painful, but I do enjoy having Baby in my arms, pressed against my chest... so what I do now, whenever he feeds on the bottle, I make sure I'm hugging him as well....
Speaking about hugs, Marky also seems to be restless during evenings... that is, until his Mommy and Daddy hug him. After that, unless his diaper's soiled or he's hungry, he'll most likely go to sleep... soundly. It's so lovely looking at him sleeping so soundly sandwiched in between the two of us. He looks so secure, so comfortable, so peaceful.......
And yes, he's getting rounder, healthier... his kicks are getting stronger, as well as his cries... he now employs a few means of conversation with us ("uh, uh... eh..."), and we love him even more. =)
Tomorrow, I'm going back to my regular work at the office. It won't take that much time, but I'd sure miss the early morning feedings and diaper changings. And yes, in the afternoons, I'll still be doing web copywriting. So....
Sighs.
But... we need to do it. We need to earn enough for his needs. Today, his diapers have run out, and his milk supply will soon be short, so while I'm struggling to earn online so that we'll have early money by this week, Daddy is looking for ways to get Marky's new supply of diapers and milk. Where is he going to get the money to buy?....
Today, his cousin, Gabriel, is christened. They're asking us when Marky will be. I and Daddy are deciding among two dates: December 9 (coinciding with Daddy's 29th birthday) or July 15 next year (Marky's 1st birthday). Of course, it'll be largely dependent on the funds we have at hand, since both Daddy and I would want Marky's first celebration to be grand.
So, help us God.
Update about Marky: After a week of breastfeeding him, Daddy's told me to give up. It's no use; he's not getting enough milk, and my nipples were already cracked and bleeding. Add to that the fact that I'm going back to office soon, so it's either I pump or we'd just have him succumb to bottle feeding. We chose the latter, because when I tried to pump, both breasts, the produce won't even exceed 2 ounces. Pity, pity. Oh yeah, breastfeeding is painful, but I do enjoy having Baby in my arms, pressed against my chest... so what I do now, whenever he feeds on the bottle, I make sure I'm hugging him as well....
Speaking about hugs, Marky also seems to be restless during evenings... that is, until his Mommy and Daddy hug him. After that, unless his diaper's soiled or he's hungry, he'll most likely go to sleep... soundly. It's so lovely looking at him sleeping so soundly sandwiched in between the two of us. He looks so secure, so comfortable, so peaceful.......
And yes, he's getting rounder, healthier... his kicks are getting stronger, as well as his cries... he now employs a few means of conversation with us ("uh, uh... eh..."), and we love him even more. =)
Tomorrow, I'm going back to my regular work at the office. It won't take that much time, but I'd sure miss the early morning feedings and diaper changings. And yes, in the afternoons, I'll still be doing web copywriting. So....
Sighs.
But... we need to do it. We need to earn enough for his needs. Today, his diapers have run out, and his milk supply will soon be short, so while I'm struggling to earn online so that we'll have early money by this week, Daddy is looking for ways to get Marky's new supply of diapers and milk. Where is he going to get the money to buy?....
Today, his cousin, Gabriel, is christened. They're asking us when Marky will be. I and Daddy are deciding among two dates: December 9 (coinciding with Daddy's 29th birthday) or July 15 next year (Marky's 1st birthday). Of course, it'll be largely dependent on the funds we have at hand, since both Daddy and I would want Marky's first celebration to be grand.
So, help us God.
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