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It's that time of year again!!!
by missP on Wed Jun 24, 2009 1:17 am
No, I am neither referring to Christmas nor my birthday. Smile Smile Smile

I'm talking about being on a short vacation, yeheeey!!!

I'm visiting my sibs in Brussels, Belgium. My niece is finishing grade school and the commencement exercises will be this coming Friday. I'm not going to miss this event. We were scheduled to be in Brussels by Friday morning, but seeing that there are still a lot to be prepared, hubby and I decided to leave Germany earlier than planned. Although at work, I still have not asked for permission from my boss, I decided to leave anyway.

I made sure that all my load at work was accomplished. My boss is still on vacation, enjoying sunshine and good weather at the southernpart of Europe. He has been there since the 10th of the Month. So, I grabbed the chance and packed my stuff. I only called him on the day I was driving to Belgium. I informed him about the workload, what was accomplished and what needed attention still, which was actually, NIL! He was quiet glad that everything was okay during his absence. That was my signal. Fortunately, after explaining to him my situation, and informed him that I already called people who could takeover my shifts for me, he finally said it is okay for me to go as long as all holes are already taken covered anyway. The fifteen minute phone-in update and explanation as to why I need to leave on such short notice ended with a grin on my face.

I guess my luck has not run out yet, thank goodness!!!

Again Yipeeeeey!
Para akong minumulto ng konsiyensya ko...
by missP on Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:54 pm
Nung nagte-training palang ako sa pangalawang trabaho ko, meron ako na encounter na pasahero na matanda na. Mukhang pagod na pagod at naghihintay lang na ma i check in ang bagahe niya. Sa haba ng pila sa check in counters namin ay naupo muna ang matanda sa upuan sa tapat ng counters namin. Siguro sa tindi ng pagod niya ay naka tulog siya. Hindi namin alam na isa pala siya sa mga pasahero namin. Hanggang sa nag sara na ang check in counters at gate ay saka pa lamang siya naalimpungatan. Napansin niya na wala na ang pila, kaya dali-dali siyang tumakbo sa harap ng counters namin. Nag liligpit na kami ng mga gamit nung mga oras na iyon. Nakipag talo, nag makaawa siya, pero, hindi rin siya naka lipad nung araw na iyon.

First time ko naman naka kita ng ganung incidente, kaya awang-awa ako sa kanya. Ni hindi ako maka tingin ng diretso sa kanya. Paulit-ulit siyang nagpaliwanag at nag maka awa sa mga kasamahan ko sa trabaho, pero wala na rin silang nagawa. Sumusunod lang naman sila sa patakaran ng kumpanya. Kung ilang araw ko rin siyang nakita na nag pa kalat-kalat sa airport. Naghihintay ng chance na makalipad siya. Wala kasi siyang pambayad ng rebooking fee, kaya hindi din siya naka alis agad. Sa araw-araw na nakikita ko siya noon, lalong namumutla ang mukha niya. Naisip ko siguro sa gutom at sa tensyion kung paano niya magagawan ng paraan na makalipad pabalik sa Amerika. Gusto ko siyang tulungan kahit man lang sana mabigyan ko siya ng makakain, pero mahirap kasi kung makikita ako ng mga kasamahan ko sa trabaho ay baka mapagalitan lang ako. Naduwag ako, oo… inaamin ko. Wala na akong iba pang eksplanasyon sa inasal ko.

Hanggang sa isang araw, ibinalita ng mga kasamahan ko na nakalipad din ang matanda pabalik ng Amerika. Lumapit daw siguro sa Caritas Foundation. Pero, wala talagang nakaka alam kung paano siya naka raise ng amount pambayad ng rebooking fee niya. Hanggang sa pagsampa ng mga paa niya sa eroplano, nandun pa rin ang pag aalala niya. Alam ko dahil sumabay ako sa kanya sa pag baba papunta sa aircraft. Kitang-kita sa mga mata niya. Parang natatakot siyang baka meron pa ring mangyari na pwedeng mag hadlang sa pag alis niya nung araw na iyon. Meron ba kaya siyang ibang kinatatakutan? Ano naman kaya yun? Pero, nahalata ko ang buntong hininga niya ng itinuro sa kanya ng stewardess kung saan ang upuan niya. Natuwa ako para sa kanya, pero meron pa rin dalang guilty feelings. Dahil, sa kaloob-looban ko ay may naramdaman ako nag uudyok sa akin na tumulong ako, subalit hindi ko ito ginawa. Sa palagay ko nga, mas malalim ang buntong hininga ko nung mga oras na iyon din.

Mag mula noon ay hindi na sumagi sa isipan ko ang matanda, pero ang incidente na iyon ay hindi ko totally nakalimutan. Hanggang kaninang umaga, parang deja vu ang pakiramdam ko. Pag upo kos a harap ng computer ko, ay tiningnan ko na agad ang mga naka lagay na komentar tungkol sa flight namin. Meron 8 naka registered comments. May infants, may wheel chair request, may pet check in at meron kakaibang komentar. Sabi dun sa passenger number eight: “Passenger stinks, no…” Nag tawanan ang iba kong kasamahan sa trabaho nung ipinakita ko sa kanila ito. Napa lakas pa naman ang tawanan nila, kaya siguradong narinig iyon nung mag pasahero na nasa tapat ng counters namin at naghihintay sa pila. Ang nakalagay pala: „Pax stinks, no proper hygiene“.

Sino naman kaya ito, ang tanong ko sa sarili ko. Nag simula na kaming mag check in, kaya naka limutan ko na ang tungkol sa komentar na iyon.Hanggang sa pag punta kos a Gate namin, ay hindi ko na naisip ang nangyari. Maya-maya lang konti ay lumapit ang Gate controller namin. Nag biagy siya ng warning na paparating na daw ang pasaherong mabaho. Pag tingin ko sa harap ko, ang bumulaga sa akin ay ang matandang hindi nakalipad nung nagsisimula palang ako sa kumpanya namin. Kinalabit ko kaagad ang kasamahan ko, at sumenyas ako sa kanya kung naaalala niya pa ang matandang iyon. Hindi na daw. Saan ko daw nakilala. Samantalang, nagkakagulo na ang mga kasamahan ko. Pilit nilang pinalitan upuan ng matanda. Pinaupo nila ito sa pinaka dulo ng eroplano at sinigurado nilang wala itong katabi sa upuan niya. Naaawa daw kasi sila sa tao na makakatabi nito ng 8 oras sa lobb ng eroplano.

Understandable naman, kasi talaga naman napaka sama na nang singaw ng matanda. Ni hindi namin ma i describe kung anong klaseng amoy yun. Malansa, nakaka suka, nakaka diri, ah, basta. Nakaka awa talaga siya. Nag tatanong siya kung bakit binago ang seating assignment niya. Walang nakapag bigay sa kanya ng sagot. Lahat sila, minadai lang na maka pasok na siya agad. Nag reklamo siya pero walang nakinig sa kanya. Kaya sinisi niya ang bansang Alemanya sa pag uugali ng mga taong nakatira dito. Masasama daw kasi. Dito lang daw sa Germany nangyayari ang ganitong sitwasyun. Unfair daw, etc, etc. Wala pa rin nag bigay pansin sa kanya. Naririnig ko lahat ng hinaing niya, pero, sa pangalawang pagkakataon, wala na naman akong nagawa. Ang sumagi sa isip ko ay kung bakit nandito na naman siya sa Germany. Ano ba kaya ang dahilan kung bakit pabalik-balik siya dito. May dinadalaw ba siya? Kamag anak ba o kaibigan? Ilang araw kaya siya namamalagi dito? Saan siya tumitira?

Ipinag tanong ko sa kasamahang ko nag check in sa kanya kung anong lahi nung matanda. Pinanganak daw sa Iran pero American passport holder daw ang matanda. Pero yun lang ang impormasyon na nakuha ko. Dahil yun lang din ang lama ng kasamahan kos a trabaho. Umuwi kami na parehong nag tataka at napa isip ng husto. Hanggangs a pag baba kos a train, ay naitanim ko tuloy s aisip ko. Sa susunod na Makita ko ulit ang pasaheron iyun, itatanong ko sa kanya ang mga katanungang naglalaro sa isip ko. Sana lang sa susunod na biyahe niya pabalik dito sa Alemanya ay nagta trabaho pa rin ako sa kumpanya na pinapasukan ko ngayon.
Leave me alone, I'm out of service!
by missP on Thu Aug 28, 2008 7:38 am
My colleague who was also operated for the removal of myoma on the 5, of august called me to ask how I was feeling. I told her that I was still in pain. I still can't do much at home and there is a very big chance that I would still be on sick leave until the first week of September. She said she also had the same pains, but was already going back to work on the 28th of this month. I asked her how she planned to do it? She works for a company that provide service assistance to ALL airlines at the airport. The work they do is to meet and assist passengers who have difficulty going from one gate to the next or from the check in counters to the gates end eventually into the plane. They assist old and young, small and huge passengers. And by huge as in size XXL too. I asked her how she would assist a pax if she herself would be needing assistance as well. And besides, she would be on her feet all the time at work. For 8 hours with only 30 minutes break, I think it would be too much for her.

She said she had to go to work because she is just new in the company and still has no permanent contract. She is afraid to loose her job. I told her that she shouldn't be afraid. As long as she has her sick slips from the doctor, she is very much protected by law. She cannot be fired for reasons of being sick. Besides, what she had was a major operation. She is definitely entitled to stay longer at home if she still has pains from the operation. It is not only because she has the Flu that's why she is staying at home, ( I reasoned out). But she insisted that she cannot stay out of work for long.

I know, this may sound like I am justifying myself for staying at home longer than her, wherein in fact, we had the operation on the same exact dates. Speaking for myself now, I am not going to risk going to work and then end up in more pains later than i am in now. I want to get well first, before I start working hard like a carabao in the fields again. And that' s that!


NOTE:
It would have been much easier if we humans are like Automated Teller Machines. We just need to put a sign that says: OUT OF SERVICE. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!

Much ado about nothing....really!
by missP on Thu Jan 04, 2007 1:13 pm
Wie geht’s? or the formal form Wie geht es Ihnnen? (How goes?) Is a question that we use as greeting to somebody we know here in Germany. It’s like “kamusta ka?” in tagalog. What bugs me the most is when people say this to you, seeing that your eyes are red, your nose is runny and you are coughing incoherently. What do they want to say with this? Is this a statement/question like: “I see that you are dying, can you confirm?”

As I arrived at work yesterday, I was limping since my rheumatism is attacking again. Yes, I have Rheumatoid Arthritis and yes, this also attacks younger people aged 20 and upwards. Don’t raise your eyebrows, read a book about it or better yet, since you are already online, check it out on the web and look for JRA (Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis).

Anyway, aside from the limp, my eyes have dark circles around them, my nose was dripping like a water pipe and I was coughing like my lungs would pop out anytime from my back. Okay, you ask why I went to work still despite the condition I was in? Because of two reasons, the time I would spend waiting at a doctor’s office would just be about the same number of my working hours, hence, I rather go to work than while it away at the doctor’s office. Also because, I only had to go one more day to work then I would have two days off ahead. Besides I am going on vacation starting middle of the month and actually for this month, I only have to work 7 days. Seven f*****g days but spread out until the 16th of the month. Can you imagine? I digress.

So, I arrived at work just about a minute late. I blame that on the “most of the time” punctual trains here in Germany. One by one, my colleagues asked me the same two questions: Wie geht’s dir? (How goes you?) or Geht’ es Ihnnen Gut?(Goes you well?) So, I reply and tried to explain how I am really feeling, which was actually like s**t! Thank you for asking. And they all have the same reply, btw, which was “Oh you poor child.” And they would go on and on about how bad it feels, like what medicine or tea to take, or who had something similar last week, last month or just recently and then asks questions like why did you come to work still? and so on and so fort.

I mean, it is really good deed what they are doing. It shows interest in you, as a colleague. But why ask it what is already very obvious? Why not just say directly, “you look like s**t, did you take medicine or something?” I would prefer it said like that. There is nothing fancy or fake about it. An old friend way back in my Duty Free Philippines (DFP) working years, Gerry, was like that. That was what I liked in him most. It may sound rude to others, but it was actually his way of not showing too much fakeness. No dramas, no fuss about something as plain and as simple as being sick. In this situation, he would say something like: “Psst, oy, maglakad ka na papunta sa cementeryo at pagdating mo dun, mag hukay ka na rin…” To some it even sounded funny. To the others, they just say, “Ikaw talaga, Gerry”. And then that would be it. End of discussion.

Am I being too harsh here? No, I just don’t like too much ado about nothing really.
Ibalik niyo pera ko or....
by missP on Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:11 pm
... i will tell santa that you've all been naughty and was never nice!


I am no Good Samaritan. I don’t just give away money that I worked so hard for. I don’t stand for more than eight hours at work and then at the end of the day just go home and say, “thanks for the great day, boss”. No-no-no. That’s why I am so angry at the moment. The company where I used to work still owes me money. For the third time this week, I called them this morning about it. They keep on telling me that the mistake has to be verified and an approval from the person responsible for the “salaries” is necessary before they can give me back my money.

In fairness, they promised that I would definitely get my money back. Of course, they can always say what they want. Thing is, until now, I still don’t have it. The f*****g i****s owed me the money since September. I am just glad that I am not connected with them anymore, but darn it, I want my money back! Okay, I am not starving yet, but hey, I worked myself to death for that dough. Kaya, dapat lang na ibalik nila sa akin ang “dinero” ko.
Goodbye summer, goodbye old job & hello technorati
by missP on Sun Oct 29, 2006 9:16 pm

picture lifted from: Hunting Society Organization

Fragt das Eisb?rbaby: “Sagt mal, Mami, waren meine Gro?eltern auch schon Eisb?ren?”
„Aber ja.“
„Die Urgro?eltern auch?“
„Naturlich, mein Kleiner.“ Nach einer Weile der Kleine: „Ich friere trotzdem!“

(The Polar Bear baby asked: „Tell me, mom, were my Grandparents also Polar bears?“
“YES”
“My Great grandparents as well?”
“Naturally, my little one.”
After a while the Polar bear baby said: “How come I still feel very cold?”)


Last night, DST ended. Just when the clock ticked 03:00 am, we reset our clocks back to 02:00. Good thing is that we could at least an hour longer. But not for me, I was woken up by my cellphone. They were waiting for me at work. The supervisor said I was supposed to come in at 05:30 am. I told her that on my timeplan, I would only start work at 09:45 today. Not earlier. She insisted for a while that this is not correct. I told her that perhaps somebody changed my schedule again without informing me beforehand. This has happened already in the past and I am not surprised if they make the same mistake again today. A few seconds more, then she said that I was f*****g right! Then she continued that since I am already awake, maybe I should just come to work early. Well, since it is my last day of work today, I gave in.

On my way to the airport, I realized that Autumn is finally here. The weather is leaning towards wet and gloomy days. Pretty soon, it will be winter again. At least, I won’t be working out in the field during wintertime anymore. I don’t have to wear two pullovers and two jackets when I go to work. Well, I am no polar bear myself. And coming from a tropical country, my body is not used to stay long hours at below zero temperatures. Wink

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Its more than two years now since I started blogging. I honestly don't get it how people get their traffics elevated but hey, i think blogging is not only about net traffic, oder?

Anyway, I have decided to claim my blog. Mind you, this blog has nothing to do with politics, economics or current events in the real world. The articles here are all just about me, myself, my life. Fact or fiction? Sometimes I myself don't know which is which. But, we are not suppose to judge.. so please, don't judge me. I am not a book! (Sariling mundo ko lang po ang laman ng mga naisusulat ko dito).

Heto na po, aking-akin na siya: Technorati Profile
Ikaw, okay ka lang ba sa trabaho mo?
by missP on Sun Oct 15, 2006 9:47 pm
... Ako, well medyo hindi. Kaya heto. Naghanap ng bago. (May nakita na naman po ako - para doon sa mga interesado malaman ito Wink ). Pero, panoorin niyo muna ang PALABAS na ito.


Nung isang araw, kinausap ako ng boss ko. Dalawang bagay ang aming napag usapan. First, was about my sick leave which I filed last month. Apparently, it was not enough that I faxed the office my sick slip. Thing was, I didn’t go to work on a Sunday because I was not feeling well. I called my supervisor and informed her that I would not be coming to work on the said day and the following day which was Monday. I also informed her that I will just fax to them my sick slip on Monday after coming home from the doctor. Apparently, it was not enough. I was supposed to call them again to tell them how long I would be on sick leave. Of course I gave them a piece of my mind. Why do I have to call, when it is already clearly stated on the sick slip how long I should stay at home? Well, a stupid rule is a stupid rule. It’s not my problem anymore if they cannot check their faxes everyday.

Pangalawa sa aming kinlaro ay ang tungkol sa aking kontrata. I got an extension of my contract. I am supposed to go back and sign the extension of my contract in a few days time. Actually, I have no problems with the current job at all. It is the people who I have to work with that I cannot stand. These are big morons who hide behind the title “Managers” or “Supervisors” but in reality they are actually manipulators who have no sense of right morals and conducts. Not to mention the semi-morons or soon to be big morons as well who call themselves “Lead Agents” who doesn’t even know what they are supposed to do. The nerve of those people! It is really a shame, because I love the job.

Kaya, tinanggap ko ang bagong trabaho. Balak kong tapusin lang ang kontrata ko dito sa kasalukuyan at sa pagsapit ng Nobyembre ay magsisimula naman ako doon sa bago. Hay, ibig sabihin, wala na naman akong break nito. Pero okay lang. Mas gusto ko na ang ganito,dahil kung wala akong trabaho ay baka magka-ugat na ako dito sa kauupo sa harap ng computer ko.

Ang hirap talaga maki pag sapalaran sa ibang bansa. Araw-araw kailangan patunayan mo sa kanila kung sino ka at ano ang kakayanan mo. Oras-oras kailangan pangatawanan mo ang prinsipyo mo. Mahalaga din naman ang kinikita mo, pero, minsan, may mga bagay-bagay na mas kailangan pahalagahan mo. Tulad ng katuwiran at prinsipyo. Sa tuwing na pag-uusapan namin ito ng aking asawa, lagi niya akong tina-tanong kung bakit daw ba kasi pinahihirapan ko pa ang sarili ko? Lumalaki lang naman ang binabayaran naming buwis kung nag ta trabaho ako. Pero, ako kasi ang tao na sa murang isisp pa lamang ay nag ta trabaho na. Madali akong mabagot kung wala akong ginagawa o pinag kaka abalahan. Kung may anak ako, malamang pipirmi ako sa bahay, ngunit sa ngayon... magta trabaho nalang ako.
Should I stay or should I go?
by missP on Sat Sep 16, 2006 2:53 am
Have you ever been to a point in your life wherein you don’t know anymore what you want or worst who you are? I feel that I am in the same situation right now.

Like Alice in Wonderland, I came to this company as I was lured by the false “come-ons” of the place where I am working. As I followed the little white rabbit down the hole into that tiny little door, I thought, here I would grow to be who I want to be. I hoped that here, I would learn many new things and would be able to contribute my worth as an individual. Here, I thought, I would be welcomed warmly and treated like a human being. Like Alice, I was wrong.

11 months, to be exact. I gave it a chance. I weighed the pros & cons, and I thought in comparison to the other jobs I was offered this one sounded much better for me. I was not talking about money, I meant the this one was the right career path for me. At least I tought so at that time. Sabi ng iba: Marami daw namamatay sa akala. In this case, tama sila. Wherein I should have left already, I stayed. I thought it would still change for the better. It didn’t. It just got worst.

Duty managers give you nothing but destructive criticisms. Supervisors are shouting and lying at you all the time. Colleagues are acting like they are also bosses. Worst of all, if you find somebody who seems to be sympathetic to you and you pour your heart out that person, well, you can be sure it's the end of your working relationship with others. Kahit Pinoy din siya (even if she/he is also Filipino). Scratch that, ESPECIALLY if she/he is Filipino.

I work with several Pinays, who are mostly older than me. There is 1 or 2 that is of my age. We, that is the latter group and I have no problems. We come to work, exchange pleasantries. Swap tagalong films and share with each other stuff that we miss from the Philippines. But I made the mistake of voicing out my opinion to an older Filipina colleague. Apparently, the observations that I made about the company and some people working there reached somebody else who got piqued by my remarks. Now, I have the feeling I am being punished for voicing out my concern.

What I wanted was to pursue a carrier in the area where I am right now. I knew who I was and what I wanted to become in say, 10 years from now. But, considering what I am going through at the moment, I think I won’t be able to continue working in the same environment anymore. Furthermore, I had plenty of signs that told me I should not join this firm, in the beginning. But I hard-headedly ignored all those signs. The fool in me wanted to believe that it can be different. I was tricked and lured into something really bad. I am being very vague here. But I am tied to a clause.

Company politics have never been my forte. When I join a company, I try to blend in, in order to have a better working environment. I try to mingle with other colleagues on a very shallow level. Just so I get to know who I should approach for anything. This is SOP to me if one is new to the company. And I did.

Still, I try to pour my heart out. I have to. As of writing this entry, I have no plans of going to work. I plan to call in sick today and rather stay at home the whole weekend. I should just enjoy the last days of summer. I plan to hand in my resignation letter to this company as soon as possible. But hubby reminded me that my contract is anyway almost finished. I should just wait till the last day and opt not to sign the renewal. That is if they will renew my contract. If not, even better for me. But I can hardly wait any longer. I am tired, confused and definitely angry. Question is, should I resign now or wait until the last day stipulated on my contract?

My heart is bleeding - but nobody seems to care.