Being Employed
Last week, I started my training on my first ever official job. I call it official, because I have to pay taxes, I have an employee number, my social security number was being asked for, and there’s a whole lot of paperwork to support the fact that I am finally working.
Just earlier, my dad told me to make sure that I save up while I’m still working. In his own words, “Be wary of how you spend, then you’ll know how hard it is to work for very little money.” I’ve always known that it is hard, only I’ve never experienced it. So far, I’m enjoying being in training with my fellow trainees, we also enjoy each other’s company, and since there’s still a possibility that we can get terminated if we fail the exams, we make sure to help each other and all hope that we all make it through.
Work is on Monday to Friday and at 2PM till 10PM. I wish there was someone who’d pick me up from work, because I really don’t like going home that late. I don’t even go out of the house during the day, man. So how do I go home then? I would love to get on a taxi, but that would be too expensive for me. And getting on a taxi all by yourself is just too dangerous. The first night I went home on a taxi, the taxi driver was being too chatty. I don’t really mind talking, but he was too chatty. He even asked for my name and confidential information.
The next night, I found some co-trainees who lived in the same barangay(the Filipino equivalent of a county) as I did and we all went home together. I spent about 5 minutes walking on my own, but at least I felt safer seeing some familiar people than being alone with a stranger. So what’s the difference between me working and being a student? I’m getting paid to go to work and let’s just say that I’ve become an even bigger cheapskate now.
