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So here I am today. Probably because this is the best way to "talk" to "someone". This journal at least is a constant thing who doesn't really care what I write here but takes it all in.
The other day my mother described me as a "weed" as I do grow anywhere I am put. It appears I am the most independent among my brothers and I don't really mind what the situation is. I adapt accordingly. If they don't have food for me I go and make ways for me to have food. I don't mind eating alone. I don't mind having a solitary life. It's not bad, being called independent. In fact it's quite flattering to be talked about by your parents as someone who's the easiest to take care of out of the 4 siblings; to think I'm the only girl.
Yesterday I was walking to the bus stop with an officemate and said that someone told her that I was pretty good with my job. Plus the fact that all my exams were pretty high. (what exams?!? I don't remember having taken one...) it felt really nice. A good boost. A good motivation. It appears I was the only one who was really trained into the that department specifically and not to mention the team head already trusts me to answer my own tickets without having to consult him anymore. It's actually feels pretty good when someone says that I'm doing a good job. I want to do a good job and it seems things are paying off pretty well. I'm getting along with the rest of the people in the office too.
Though, one thing I'm not used to in the office is, I'm actually being treated like a girl. Most of the time when in the company of guys, which the office is filled with, I'm treated as one of the guys. Someone they can joke around with and do stuff with knowing that I wouldn't mind at all or I would find an easy comeback. My guy friends in school treated me like one of them, every joke no matter how provocative it was didn't really startle me not to mention they took the liberty of wrestling me on the school floor during the days where we are required to wear PE uniform. Right now though, I'm pretty much treated as one of the girls. It's not a bad feeling but I'm definitely not used to it.
Well that's pretty much it I guess? My training's almost done I have 3 days left of it. Got my off days tomorrow and Thursday but I got office on a Saturday. I don't mind really. I can't wait to get my money and get absorbed as a probationary and start getting monthly pays. I want to start earning and if I keep doing a good job, then I'll get a better pay sooner. Here's to that.
The other day my mother described me as a "weed" as I do grow anywhere I am put. It appears I am the most independent among my brothers and I don't really mind what the situation is. I adapt accordingly. If they don't have food for me I go and make ways for me to have food. I don't mind eating alone. I don't mind having a solitary life. It's not bad, being called independent. In fact it's quite flattering to be talked about by your parents as someone who's the easiest to take care of out of the 4 siblings; to think I'm the only girl.
Yesterday I was walking to the bus stop with an officemate and said that someone told her that I was pretty good with my job. Plus the fact that all my exams were pretty high. (what exams?!? I don't remember having taken one...) it felt really nice. A good boost. A good motivation. It appears I was the only one who was really trained into the that department specifically and not to mention the team head already trusts me to answer my own tickets without having to consult him anymore. It's actually feels pretty good when someone says that I'm doing a good job. I want to do a good job and it seems things are paying off pretty well. I'm getting along with the rest of the people in the office too.
Though, one thing I'm not used to in the office is, I'm actually being treated like a girl. Most of the time when in the company of guys, which the office is filled with, I'm treated as one of the guys. Someone they can joke around with and do stuff with knowing that I wouldn't mind at all or I would find an easy comeback. My guy friends in school treated me like one of them, every joke no matter how provocative it was didn't really startle me not to mention they took the liberty of wrestling me on the school floor during the days where we are required to wear PE uniform. Right now though, I'm pretty much treated as one of the girls. It's not a bad feeling but I'm definitely not used to it.
Well that's pretty much it I guess? My training's almost done I have 3 days left of it. Got my off days tomorrow and Thursday but I got office on a Saturday. I don't mind really. I can't wait to get my money and get absorbed as a probationary and start getting monthly pays. I want to start earning and if I keep doing a good job, then I'll get a better pay sooner. Here's to that.