a job offer

It’s been years since I’ve looked for a job. I was at my last job for 10 yrs and the one before that 15 yrs. Here I am looking for a new job after recently relocating here to San Antonio. I guess the process has changed. First off my interview began with dinner. I was taken to dinner to get acquainted with folks that had titles after their names, ie. director of so and so, Chief Operating Officer, etc. The following day a panel interview as set up with about 15 or so people there that lasted about 4 hours. There were drinks, pastries, fruit platters, coffee etc for snacks. Hmmmm makes me wonder. I’d love to just do interviews for months to fill one position. In any case 2 days later an offer was made. This was a different interview than the one I went to last week. So today I was asked to come in to Human Resources to fill out some paperwork and officially sign the offer. Well after a brief visit with HR for copies of my driver’s license, Social security card and State Board licensure I was ushered to another building for a mini-orientation. Here benefits, vacation, policies and W-2 tax forms were filled out and discussed. I also did a preliminary screen with the health nurse for a physical exam. Tomorrow I go to another location for my drug screening, to the lab for some blood work, and to x-ray. Next week I have a full day 8-5 orientation at the Medical school campus, which they call a General Orientation. A week after I have to attend another full day, 8-5 orientation for the Hospital Orientation. WTF! All this for a job. I remember when 2 hours of orientation was all we had and about 15 mins in HR for the paperwork, ID badge and parking permit. I guess I’ve been out of it for too long. Welcome to job hunting.

…COO?

So just came home from a job interview which lasted from 9am – 5pm. I interviewed with the CEO, COO, CFO, CNO and every other titled “O” they had at the company. It was so lame. Every hour I went from one office to another escorted by an administrative assistant to meet each of them individually. Of course the first thing they said was “Tell me about yourslf”. I had to repeat this mantra all day long, several times to the point that I started to embellish here and there. Eventually I was describing an entirely different person who didn’t resemble, even remotely the resume they had in front of them. Serves them right. They should have a set-up a panel interview and it would have been over in 3 hours. In the event they get their act together and compare notes to see if I was a worthy candidate they’re in for a nice surprise. They won’t be comparing the same person hahaha…

Proud to be Pinoy!

Ironic, but for someone who has lived a little less than 8 yrs of her life in the Philippines I feel more Filipino everyday. I don’t deny that my children and I are fortunate that we were born and raised abroad. I am a second generation immigrant here in the US. I speak both English and Tagalog fluently. In bouts of anger I revert to English, when threatening the kids in public I hiss in Tagalog. I went back home for High School and college. In all sincerity, if not for the economic crisis and unstable government, the Philippines is heaven and paradise rolled into one. There are many Filipinos who have migrated to different parts of the world. They now look down their noses [flat bridge, Pinoy-style] at anything Filipino, lest they be mistaken for one. They have banned the mother tongue to be spoken out loud in their homes, but I guarantee you they cuss and think in Tagalog. They adopted the accents and cultures of their chosen land but they still eat rice and adobo and fart like a true blooded Pinoy. Be proud to be Pinoy! Our noses are a dead give away.

Finding Nemo

So Nemo was found…little bugger should have stayed lost. That’s what you get with your disrepectful, in-your-face attitude. Moral of the story = if your one fin is shorter, swim sideways.

Just wondering…

I am told that I’m like a bat out of hell when I’m angry. Why a bat? Why not a monkey? Why out of hell? Why not going to hell? Just wondering…

When life serves you lemons

When life serves you lemons you make lemonade. Yeah right! When life serves me lemons I want a margarita. Yes, beautiful, blended margaritas with a slice of lemon and a double shot of tequila. I want the glass frozen with extra rock salt on the rim.
Which brings me to the subject of tequila. Tequila, the third top selling liquor in the world. The Conquistadors brought the process of distillation to Mexico. The Mexicans saw a good thing and distilled and fermented sap from the blue agave plant. They named this liquid with distinct flavor, tequila from the town Tequila in the state of Jalisco. Tequila is typically drank from a “caballito” which is a 2 0z glass or pretty much a “shot glass“. Tequila is served with a chaser “sangrita” made of tomato and orange juice with salt and chile. There is also the famous Hollywood tradition of drinking tequila. You first drink a shot of tequila, then lick a dash of salt from the back of the hand and bite a wedge of lemon afterwards. Aaaah the good stuff. My favorite tequila, Patron 80 proof.

my few brain cells

We think, we ponder
we question, we wonder
we rant, we rave

our thougts, our words
our opinions, our feelings
our world

the here and now
the past, today, tomorrow
the when and where
the why and how

no rhyme nor reason
just me, my mind and thoughts