THE JOB

[January 18, 2013 at 3:48pm]

Last Tuesday I left the house at four A.M. and arrived back therein in the evening at around eleven, all because of the job, yes, the job. It’s the kind of job which when it leaves you no other choice but to grab, makes you envious of Mr. Yeoman’s job.

Forgetting about fear is one of the essentials of the job and I had to practice it again that night in Ajuy by riding in a brakeless truck. The driver, acting like god, assured me he was an expert in the so-called engine break but he did beseech me to just pray hard.

There are jobs in which the more you’re earning, the more they are relaxing. Some, for which for years you were yearning, are still heavily taxing. Take the case of Tito, Vic and Joey, they are very relaxed, always have fun while hosting for E.B, yet they laugh their way to the bank at the same time to pile up their money.

And take the case likewise of John Doe who could not relax for even a second while under the sun heat when performing his job in the farm or along the shore.  But his wages, this I’m so very sure, are just good for becoming the day’s survivor, like another guy for a girl, breaking his back to earn his day of leisure.

But as for me, I’m trying to learn to find joy in everything that comes around. How I wish I could say it like Paul, “I know both how to be abased, and I know how to abound” (Philippians 4:12)

In this life, learning to be contented with everything seems to be the hardest thing. Human as we are, we can’t get satisfaction with anything as it’s in our nature to always seek for a better something.

A lowly janitor would always want, at least, a clerk’s rank to hunt. A clerk would aspire often, for a supervisor’s job if the position’s open. A supervisor is the one who is restlessly eager, that someday he’d also become a manager or bigger. A manager would never sleep comfortably until he sits on the chair of CEO of the company. And the CEO, because of his work’s nature and all fronts’ pressure, would search a genie in all bottles of liquor just to turn him ASAP to become a janitor.

Therefore, having subjects like these who could not make up their minds for a single idea, if you’re Zeus of Olympus or Priderock’s King Mufasa, you’ll fret too everytime they pray for they’re like asking for a burger but thinking of pizza. You’ll be tempted to stoop to their level too and reply to them rather, “Ano ba talaga, Kuya?”