All things' first

They say everything has its own first--first walk, first word, first food, first toy, first friend, first love, and then there’s your first job.

My first job wasn’t necessarily what I wanted right after college, but it’s all I have so as not to be a professional bum thereafter. First job exam, first job interview, first job offer, first job—this was going to be my life, I said.

True enough, I spent most time of the day sitting in front of the computer typing away necessary things and backspace-ing all others. It was an exciting job. It was, after all, something I have never studied in school: medical field.

Comprehensive disease monographs have been all over me for the past year. Through all these, I have learned to be paranoid with a simple itch, cough, or headache. It is never easy to ignore these when you read these symptoms in chronic diseases five times a week, 9 hours a day.

On the other hand, I have also come to embrace the authority it gives me whenever I talk about diseases. Oh yes, it feels great to talk like a doctor when you really are not. :D

The people I worked with are great, save for one person. Unfortunately, that one person was my immediate superior. He creates havoc in everything he goes through: from the disease monographs to monitors that go static cause of mobile phone signal. He also has this cunning ability to pressure all four persons through just one with only a sentence, or phrase even. One second he’s all smiles and stories, the other he’s a raging bull ready to attack with its sharp and solid horns. He never connected with his people. Although he speaks well about one person, he can also speak hell as much as his eyes blink. Every little thing that has gone wrong, regardless of intention, is taken against everybody. There were always inconsistencies, wrong output, and incorrect information. For him, there was never a good enough job. It’s either you mess it up or you just did what you’re being paid for.

That is why by half the year of my stay, I was intent on jumping to the next job offer that comes my way.

Until he announced he was migrating to another country. “YES!”, I jumped with joy as if I got the summa cum laude medal by simply clicking on the TV remote control all days of the week.
Everyone in the team was excited that he was leaving. Geez, when you work with his kind of person, you’ll never hear the end of your nanometer, unintentional mistake. “Poor guys,” is all we can say when he said he’s got another managerial job in that country.

Three months after being transferred to another superior, I didn't see myself leaving..or so I thought. A career opportunity opens and looks very much interesting in my goal to at least see professional growth in my job, which I readily accepted I am not having with my current one.

Just when I was getting the hang of a new, very considerate, and totally cool boss, I had to choose career growth, and so I quit.

This was my first formal resignation, and it felt awful. It's as if I'm leaving a big part of me beacause of the bond and attachment we've built with one another. Then again, this is my career, and this is what I have to do to make use of the years of education I worked hard for.

Fate really has a strange way of going around with my life. This new job came around during the time I really wanted to just vanish into thin air.

Yes, I had the wrong reasons for entertaining it, but it offered me more than what I expected, so I took it.


P.S.

Thanks to jobstreet. Hahaha.