That's how long I lasted with SCMC. If one would describe me, quitter would be at the bottom of the list, but I guess now it would be appropriate to be labeled as such. Who quits a job in just two days anyway?
Somehow, SM has managed to make me feel that when it comes to work, the south, particularly my hometown, may not be the best for me (despite the lengthy post of how in love I am with the south). We don't have much fancy, state-of-the-art buildings. We have nice homes but mostly old and tiny offices. People I was supposed to work with were nice but no matter how much they tried to make the environment comfortable (or bearable), I just couldn't blend in. I don't know how our minds come to it when we walk into a place and instantly feel miserable. You can't stand being inside the place like it doesn't have breathable atmosphere.The admin offices of south central malls are gruesome to say the least. It will make you wonder if the architect/designer of the office has ever heard of ergonomics. You lean back onto your chair and your head will hit the monitor of the person working behind you. I understand how they are strict about going in and out of the office, but stretching in your seat should be free of harm. And lastly, how is there a dungeon linking two departments? I just don't get it. I am faced with the reality that I have gotten used to buildings in Ayala and BGC. But that's only one of the many reasons that made me quit.
There is something about working near your home that gives you a sense of claustrophobia, like refusing to get out of your bubble because you're afraid of what's outside. I am nowhere near afraid of going outside to work. I'm not in for the convenience of working nearby, I wanna go out there for an adventure. I already caught myself missing Ayala the moment I took a step inside Bicutan office. I just couldn't bring myself to be at home when I'm at work. This city is home, but it's no place to work. I guess it was too close for comfort.
There is something about working near your home that gives you a sense of claustrophobia, like refusing to get out of your bubble because you're afraid of what's outside. I am nowhere near afraid of going outside to work. I'm not in for the convenience of working nearby, I wanna go out there for an adventure. I already caught myself missing Ayala the moment I took a step inside Bicutan office. I just couldn't bring myself to be at home when I'm at work. This city is home, but it's no place to work. I guess it was too close for comfort.
The Sy's got a few tricks up their sleeves that turned (and still does) them into a money-making factory. I wouldn't really say that they are slave drivers, but a little close. BPO companies hoard people by enticing applicants with a huge starting salary, but SM doesn't do that. They are able to make their people work 6 days a week, on all holidays with such low pay. I didn't even bother to stay long enough to figure out how.
I really loved my first job. I'm back on the hunt again hopefully not to settle for anything less.
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