Right at this very moment, I could have been already standing at the soil of my sweet home, swinging in a hammock or playing with my nieces and nephews or just doing next to nothing. Anything, rather than sitting here and waiting for some ‘ghost’ project that my boss told me at the last minute to work on. Last October 29, I was scheduled for a flight home bound to Philippines for my vacation leave. Imagine the excitement, let alone the physical and mental preparation.
But all those excitements turned sour when my boss told me he had to cancel it due to a conflict with client’s schedule, which I honestly went cynical about that reasoning, knowing my boss’ reputation. Why did he not tell me beforehand about this concern so that I could have not raised my hopes high and expected so much for this vacation? Why did he tell me just a shy of two days before my flight? If that was indeed a client concern, that should have been known in advance. Not sure if you get it but my point here is that I don’t see his transparency at all here. I can’t take it just like that.
This is absolutely a let-down not only on my part, but also to my family back home who are so excited about my homecoming. My friend, Angie and I (and some of her friends) were planning to go to Bohol on Nov. 11. I am so excited about this for two main reasons, that it would me first time in Bohol and I’m going there with some good company. But until now, I haven’t yet told her this bad news. Maybe because I don’t want her to be/feel disappointed the same way I was/did. Maybe I’ll let her know by this week when I’ve already gathered enough courage.
My job is still important to me now despite my abhorrence to the company and to the people running it. Otherwise, I retaliated. I am helpless. I have a voice which only echoes in silence. I’m just a mere servant of this company. And in a servant's disobedience, the door is always wide open to welcome my exit. Just like a pawn, I am of least important of all players and is dispensable anytime. Or, like a prisoner, always stuck in this kind of situation, waiting for a parole. But just like others whose ‘high-paying job’ is tantamount to the air we breathe, I can allow compromises to my master's favor as long I don’t lose my job, which gives me no right to complain.
Bitter reality, that is.
