Just Updated my Resume and C.V.

It’s been a while that I visited my jobstreet account and i am surprised of what i became. HAHA… I always received alerts from my friend Lina. She always invited me to apply to a specific job openings but i must say, sorry Lina, i am not interested as of the moment. I nearly stumbled on a wrong password after numerous attempts of logging in. To avoid blockage though, i opted to request sending my password to my email add. It’s nice to have a legit personal email address that you always use on your legit web transactions.

By the way, i revisited my online resume not because i want to apply for a job nor resigning from my current employer. It’s just that this morning, i woke up and decided to go online to check my account. Couple of days ago, i decided to respond to the invitation of my employer for a managerial position. I have second thoughts of applying because i felt that i lack qualifications even though in my sub-conscious mind, i know i exceeds the expectations with the minimal requirements stated. With much persuasion from my friends, to Anna and my Lady Boss, i decided to give it a try. Besides, i know there’s nothing wrong with trying, right?

You know, I have this attitude that if i didn’t got to go deeper on something i want, i always resulted to frustrations…What i mean is that, if i want to try something without caring to exert efforts on it, i always am regretful for not trying at all. It’s one way of saying that “i am oftentimes regretful for not taking the risk”. But not this time, i am not getting any younger now. Taking risks is i think, a mature way of facing life. Irregardless of what the outcome is, as long as you stand by it and fight for it, the end will always make you thankful that satisfied. Yes, you may be frustrated but frustration of not trying at all is UNBEARABLE. You know what i mean.

Go back to my resume, i smiled at the infos written on it. Not enaaffff! Although i had a soft copy of my updated resume, still the one that was posted on the web has been updated since 2006.

I am happy of what i became…Based on my updates, i come to realize that i have so much to write about my personal info and achievements. I think if i just elaborate all, i could use a minimum of 5 pages to accomplish it. I am not bragging about my achievements but mind you, i am ready if you allowed me to. HAha!!

Ow, another thing, Jacqui told me to use C.V. already. Much professional than a resume. I say, whatever you may call it, but for me, i will call it: My Life!

happy and so much in love

it seems though…i cant express myself to her…maybe she wont trake me seriously…i dont want to be rejected again…

Integration: Work and Study

We have just been recently undergone a major restructuring in the company. March of 2009, the Merck and Schering-Plough Corp. merge to become one new company, The New MSD. The decision globally ensures the vision of becoming a pharmaceutical company positioned to serve the world the best medicines. During the period of 2009, the company is preoccupied with detailed preparation for the integration process so that by January 2010, everything will be in order for the fiscal year. Therefore, in terms of the organizational culture of the new company, I could certainly not vacate some information as we still have to experience the culture being new at that. However, what I can share is the “promised” culture we are about to go through. Allow me to state some communicated interests for us joining the new company. The values presented to us embodied excellence, working with integrity, respect to stakeholders, openness, and take full responsibility to actions, courage, commitment and teamwork. The newly appointed country manager pointed out to his every communication the essence of having PASSION and DISCIPLINE to deliver TOP PERFORMANCE. One key message he partake was the issue on Values and Standards. It reminded us of the strong Compliance Culture we have in the previous company. This is not by accident because it defined both organizations how we operate in the market with so much integrity. In my old company, we lived on our mission as “Earning Trust Everyday” while MSD believes on their vision, “Where Patients Come Firsts”. As I go through the collected communication from the office (for the first time), it made me realize that what the new company wanted us to embrace is the culture of compliance. Compliance that defined as us working and fulfilling our duty on what is moral and ethical based on clear conscience and bounded by legal responsibility for striving to become the industry model of excellence. It’s nice to have this assignment because if we were not required to do so, I might not able to comprehend my mere essence of existence in the company. I have survived yet another slash but as I move to continue the next phase of my journey – career journey, that is, I prepared myself of embracing the new culture and continuously work my butt off to strive to become the #1 employee yet again. We have not yet received any code of conduct with the new company because the new structure and signing of all necessary documents as with regard to our employment will effect on January 25, 2010. As I review my old company’s code of conduct, I have noticed that everything in it signifies good values and acting full responsibility of individual’s action because of the corresponding provisions as you violate the code. Somehow, it’s a guiding role of each employee of the proper decorum on how they will act in the line of duty. In our industry, I could attest that the rules are somehow very strict and well-defined because unlike some work nature, we work with very minimal supervision. It’s not like going to work with your co-employees, but instead, you work on your own and show output. The company entrusted us to work professionally and that’s what our code and conduct made us all trustworthy.

Bid for 2010

As of the moment, i felt down. I knew, fancied and admired this girl. I knew her for quite sometime and i am fond of her. Just now, as i’ve browsed my FB account, she posted something on the wall that says, she had found someone and as i figured it out, she just recently had a relationship with someone. it broke my heart and i hate myself for being so complacent and overly confident with myself. You know, i wanted to pursue “something” for us but was not really on a hurry to do it. It’s like, i’m waiting for that special moment to come. too bad, my last quarter of 2009 was  very focused on the heavy demand of my work so everything’s just a smple plan. My work demanded so much of my time and the company is on the brink of uncertainties. i dont know what will happen to me this coming 2010. should i be retained or not…?

What can i do now? Maybe, i should just continue my journey and just think, we were really not meant for each other. I’m wishing for her happy life. I will always care for her and hoping for her success.  I just pray that i will found someone who will perfectly complement me.

Another year to live through

my first blog for 2010… i am not in the mood to write but to keep this updated, allow me to share with you my thoughts as of this very moment. i hate my connection because it is very slow… the fact and proof is, after this point, as i write this text, i easnt able to see the letters..just the cursor moving… thats how slow my connection was.

alas! i can see what i am typing now. lol…i’m sleepy now and will want to continuw it if i had ample time….

Me, Visits Manila

For the past 4 years i’ve been with the company, this is the first time that i accompany my MDs in Manila for a dinner. i had so much fun. Boss tried to convince me eventhough at the back of my head says No But i had a blast night.

We are here in Manila for a general assembly with our new company: the New Merck. I am thankful for the wonderful days i’ve been with Schering-Plough. I’ve learned so much and i think, being with SP, i’ve grown so much…literally. hehehe..on a serious note, i’ve became mature in terms of perspectives and stuff. Well, i will embrace my future here with the new company and i’m hoping it will all for the best. as they say, “the only constant in this world is change”.

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A story worth sharing………………….. 4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid. ‘cos that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mom for my child. There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child. With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the ‘problem’… a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet  and blanket! Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation: “Dad, I was hungry and there wasn’t anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you ‘cos I was playing with my toys…I am sorry Dad…” At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks…but I didn’t want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries. After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son’s room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mommy. A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mom, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up. However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son’s absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn’t to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, ‘I am sorry, Dad’. But after much probing, I realized that it was a ‘Talent Show’ organized by his school and the invite is for every student’s mommy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mommy…… Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. ‘cos he makes me proud too! Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It’s winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by….Christmas carols and frantic shoppers….but alas, my son got into another trouble. When I was about to knock off from the day’s work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee. Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn’t help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, ‘ I’m sorry, Dad’ and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year. His answer, amidst his sobbing, was :  The letters were for Mummy. My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him: ” But why did u post so many letters, at one time?” My son’s reply was: ” I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once….” After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what to do, what to say…. I told my son, ” Son, mommy is in the heavenly kingdom, so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just burn the letter and it will reach mommy. My son, on hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they turn to ash. And one of the letters broke my heart…. Dear Mommy, I miss you so much! Today, there was a  ’Talent Show’ in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again. Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason. Mommy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room.  I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think. But Mommy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mommy, why havent you appear? After reading the letter, I can’t stop sobbing. ‘cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife…. For the females with children: Don’t do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of yo ur little precious. For the married men: Make your family your first priority. No riches can ever replace them. Drink less (or not at all), smoke less (or not at all), cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones. For those singles out there: Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don’t let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.

 

 

 

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MBA grades

i finally got  my grades in my MBA class…totally surprising! my favorite teacher and class Human Resouce Management was a bit depressing. I expect a high grade of 1.0 considering that some of my classmates have this grade. unfortunately, opposite of my name was a grade of 1.25.

To my surprise though, the least favored subject and a bit difficult one, i expected a grade of 1.75 since most of my classmates were given this mark, i had a 1.25 grade. I was very happy!

To my dismay, my marketing class was somehow very frustrating. a staggering 1.50 was my grade. you know the feeling that ypu deserve something better than what you recieved compared to the others? that’s what i felt. i am just hoping that i wont come at school drunk or i would really consider questioning my teacher her bases of giving us our grades. my classmates also felt the same way.

What it takes to have an MBA

                I trotted my way to the AVR 1. As I was about to enter the Library, I came across some angry mob, angrily and busily talking to themselves. I greeted them but to my dismay, they didn’t even saw me. I must have thought to myself, “Ah, they were just stressed out.” I just shrugged my shoulders and went inside. Butterflies flew my stomachs as I saw the other people noisily cramping some notes – to and fro. The thresholds have been shortened and the agony of waiting for their time is near.

 

This Saturday was a busy day for us. We are about to defend our work in front of the panel, even with our classmates. I am confident that we could present some nice output to the body. As group after group slowly emerged from their comfort, it was our time. Our invited panelist had been late. Well, that’s okay; we still managed and got through with him coming before we ended our presentation.

 

To cut short, we’re all done. All have been ecstatic because finally, we have our nine units gain for this semester. Yeepe! But not quite!

 

As we are about to packed our things, Dra Pinky got our attention to stay to discuss some important matters. It’s about our FS and BS of a professor. She allegedly have threatened some of our classmates because you know, she allegedly accused them of cheating and having the same answer. For goodness sakes, as a teacher, how would you exactly expect from the students when you gave your exams as a “take home exam”? Stupid really. It’s crazy! She even commented that the answers were all the same word for word. Duh! Lame! C’mon. They have the same answer or maybe defining the terms because they have the same reference: reference that we ALL photocopied and distributed in the class as initiative by the groups who were assigned to discuss or report the topic.

 

If you are very conscious of students copying and sharing their answers, don’t give take home exams. Besides, if you do, it’s the risk you are going to take.

 

Another thing, treating us as lowly undergrads by giving strict deadlines won’t work. We have our own career you know…work?…livelihood?…it’s what we do?…to get money?…to pay for our tuition…? You wanted to have a prompt submission? Be prompt yourself. Be on time when giving exams and don’t let us wait for you for an hour and a half because by then, if you have a super extra powerful pair of glasses, you could easily see the horns coming out our foreheads, and obviously you could see a tail slowly protruding our end.

 

Be professional. You could say that to yourself. We are busy people too like you. But at least you could have told us what you really intend to do and not just popped somewhere and some when and some what whenever you feel like and impose your authority over us. It just won’t work for us.

 

I realized one thing though. Because of you, our bond has been stronger and made this semester one hell of an experience. Kudos to you!!! One thing we can say to you is don’t let some minority suffer from your revenge to the class or else, you haven’t seen nothing yet! You don’t really know the meaning of what it takes to have an MBA.

De-stressing as Maki put it.

Funny thing happened for like a couple of days ago. I am very busy with my life right? I’ve been consistent of saying it here or in my FB and FS accounts. Busy with pretty much everything. Special reason is  me studying for out coming final exams and the recently concluded sales cut-off. The latter, i survived though we are on anxiety stage now of what will happen to my employement because of the merging. Anyway, it’s not the reason why I’m writing here. The event was in my class.

As industrious as i was (nyaks!!!) i was tasked to do many things. For one, i was assigned to make a documentation for our conducted seminar and lecture from one of our subjects. It’s so tiring because i dont know how to do it. I thought, it’s just a mere taking pictures of the event but the instructor told me to write a narrative report of the activity. It’s so passe if in case i’ll do the enumeration of what happened. So instead, i decided to make my own style. I did a feature article regarding it. I wrote it on a word processor but at the end, it seems like there’s no pragmatic impact. In the course of fininshing it, i contemplated, why not do it in a gazzetter type. I opened my publisher and decided on the format. I layout all the “fill-ins” and it did give me additional workload. But i was impressed of the result. I did a very great job…I love myself…i really, really, really like myself for doing it.

 Anyhow, aside from that, i also took the task of doing my group’s mini-case study. Although its a little bit hard because formal writing is not my forte. I despise having to write a paper with all the rules and formats and chapters and stuffs like that. Yet, i stand firm that i can do it. I was very preoccupied doing the groups requirements that i forgot to comply our individual synthesis. For like three days straight, i barely had my goodnight sleep. I slept for a maximum of 4 hours a day to cope with this underlying requirements. I even forgot and very tired to study and preapre for the exam.

Alas, the day of the exam came. We were all very nervous knowing that post-graduate studies were wayyyyy different from the under grads. Exams were difficult. We percieved that our professors would give us difficult exams. Indeed it was!

With the maximum load of 9 units, i am taking three subjects. Marketing Management, Production and Operations Management and Human Resource Management. Of the three, i like HRM the most. Doc Estela Marie Verana, our professor was well-liked by most of our classmates including myself. I like her methods of teaching and her styles of conducting the process of learning. The subject which i hated most was Mktng Mgmt. The instructor was way out of line. I mean, she treated us like those of the undergrads. even treated us like idiots. (Imagine, in the class, she sings to us? The topic or phrases were sang!!! For crissake!!! What are we… A bunch of Grade school pupils?)

Okay, Ronald…inhale…exhale!!! What i’m clamouring is, she is not proffesional enough and dont have the guts to decently hundle us. Enough of her!

We were surprised though that even though the exams in HRm were somewhat difficult, the professor allowed us to open our notes. It helped a lot. However, this B*$@& S#!@ MM instructor told us we were upposed to start at 1pm and will end up to 3pm, and she didnt even came on time. We waited for her for almost 1 hour and still she hadnt come. Our patience must have gone short and we decided to protest and leave the room and told everybosy to have a uniform concensus of not taking her exams.

We went to the library and 30 minutes before the scheduled end, she came and told us to proceed with the exams. We protested and she didnt have much of the choice but to let us bring the exams as “tkae home”. As we read the exams, it’s very incomprehensible…lucky us, the fate bears with us.

I went home and checked my FB and smiled of what Maki wrote on one of my friend’s wall…”It’s time to de-stress!”