Back to My Roots

My year and a half of stay at the old office  where I was assigned at, were both happy and sad, both a challenge and a struggle. That short stint as focal person of so many programs has been quite a challenge not because of the work it gives me, but more because of the people I deal with and how multiple my tasks were. There has been times when I could not understand what am I to do first because everything is in a hurry. But I was happy, I had to enjoy the work that was assigned to me. I am supposed to enjoy the people that I have to deal with and I have to be polite to them while having to treat my bruised ego and hurting heart.

But the Good Lord answered my cries. I was transferred to another field office where I can just ride the trike and pay a minimal amount, and so I could save more. More to it than that, I am closer to my family. They are only 10 minutes away from where I now work.

This new workplace is very familiar to me despite the changes of management and the people who are now here. Because the management seemed to shuffle us like a deck of cards, we are at a loss of where we will be assigned, but I am back to my roots. This is where I started my employment with the DOLE, and this is where I have learned to deal with the public who are our bosses. I am now back to my roots where I can be at ease, where hopefully no one can spread lies about me, and where people would appreciate the things I do for the good of the agency. 

I am now back to my roots where I will continually love and enjoy the things that are expected of me. I am back to my roots which has shaped me to be a good public servant. I am now at ease here, and I am praying that I can move forward, and others may see my worth. 

And I am hoping I could share my experiences with you on each passing day, as I dwell back to my roots.




Comments

Photo Cache said…
A great way to begin the year. Hope you will have more job satisfaction here.

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