Stepping Forward Through Wrong Attempts

        I didn’t thought of living in the city, with the high towering skyscrapers, busy streets, and urban-sophisticated people. I even did not expect myself to use my waterloo, that is speaking as a means for living . Nor did I thought of working with the americans, having to deal with them everyday for what is in my mind before is that americans are just exploiters, racists, and imperialists trying to push people like how bratts act just to get what they want.

        I wanted to live in the rurals, with simple people, green fields, fresh and healthy foods and unpolluted air. However, circumstances pushed me to do otherwise.

         I can still imagine myself when I first took a step in the city, amazed. It was not as stressful as I expected disregarding the inconvenience brought by the heavy traffic and full-packed mrt/lrt’s during rush hours. Everyday is a learning day about life. It seems like this experience teaches me to appreciate the life that I currently have. And this experience widens my ever wandering social consciousness, of how large is the discrepancy between the ruling class and the class being ruled.

        There are people who just waste money for alcohol and unhealthy foods while there are children, thin and filthy sleeping in the cold street, unsure if they had something to eat.

         These scenarios keep me asking why world runs like this. Of how being religious differ from being spiritual. Of how deceit works more effective giving this heart-breaking scenario than true actions for this people. And I always end up with the conclusion that religion is absurd, like just an accessory to look good in the eyes of the majority. Of how people lack the ability to find the difference between religion and spirituality and which thing works better for the genuine common good.

        Well, enough for sociology. Let me go back to my experience in the city.

        There was the contract for signing but there has been a doubt on my mind to hold the pen and do those strokes that could affect my life for six months. But again, me is me. I don’t know why but I’m always vulnerable to making not so sure decisions. However, what is good in that is I always end up standing for the decisions I made, and happy for the positive results of taking the risk^_^.

          My first weeks are not easy since America is not my interest. Well, to give you (as a reader) a means to better understand the plot of this note, I’m a nursing graduate/journalist/blogger/inactive activist turned call-center agent.

          There had been much of technical terms exhausting my blood volume from frequent epistaxis. And with my “I don’t care/ snob attitude”, I thought I’m not really suited with this kind of job.

          I experienced earning frustrations from being unsuccessful in handling calls. I almost gave up. Thanks to my team who had been there to lend me bumble bee to kill whenever I’m upset with myself, for the hanky when I made a breakdown during a huddle, for the words of encouragement that had strengthened my desire to finish this game and for the laughters that brightened the grim scenarios of unfortunate days.

         I am with the job for almost two months now and I’m already learning to love it. Aside from making those sales which is the priority for every call,I am now enjoying conversing with americans on the phone, building rapport with thim, giving empathy for their frustrations, sharing life experiences as well as making those laughters happen. My gratitude for my team, team leader and training manager ^_^. Thank you so much!

         Well, for this event in my life, I realized to continue my passion in the world of nursing. I would like to grow there, personally and professionally. I am happy with my experience as a call center agent, with the salary, with the working mileu and with the people I am working with everyday. It’s just that, I want to grow more.

         With this experience which began from a doubt, I learned a lot. This solidified my life and career plans - to grow in the nursing profession and end up myself in either the world of law or journalism.

         Who said that failures are no steps for reaching success?

           Life is a series of transition. Change is constant. And in every change there is a struggle, a choice between failure and success. When you fail, there’s always a choice - to continue failing, or break those stone walls and reach for the gold.

          A goal worth achieving is not achieved easily. You don’t have to be choosy in what life experience to pick, remember time is running. Face the risk. When you made wrong attempts and you fail, remember the choices - continue failing or stop that by standing and doing the struggle to reach the top.