I started with a career in teaching.   I can still remember my first application. I was wearing my white polo barong, black pants, eye glasses. It was not a sight worth looking at.

I went straight and asked the guard if there are teaching vacancies. In visayan accent he said: “Go to that door, near the drinking fountain.” I obliged.  It was the office of the dean and the secretary told me to “leave your resume on that tray on top of the table right next to the door… we will call you if we are interested.”

They never called. I assumed I was not as interesting as the novel she was intently reading that time or that my resume fell into the garbage bin just right beside the table.

But yes, before I reach my 100th company[19th company], I get hired.
After I reached my 48th company to have rejected me, I get my teaching appointment in La Salle Green Hills.

I can go on and on to tell you my stories: some are dramatic; some others are comedy and few horror stories. That I shall delve on in a different blog.

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