Tagged: work

Occupied (At Open Sea)

Dearest ______,

I had to fill up some paperwork today. Adult stuff. It felt weird, having to let my pen hover above blank spaces longer than I’d been used to for years. I only say “weird” because a better-fitting adjective escapes me at the moment. Bizarre? Surreal? Unreal?

For the first time in a couple of months, someone’s finally asked me what I actually do. Granted that someone just happened to be a piece of paper. Nonetheless, there was more weight in one word than all the conversations I’ve had to make this past two months: “OCCUPATION” screamed a little louder than before, coming from one inquisitive document. As my hand unwittingly went up and down, the empty lines seemed to demand an answer: are you Casually Employed? Self-Employed? Unemployed? A Quasi-architect? Would-be-florist? Semi-housewife?

Suddenly it hit me, how I’ve always had to justify myself– who I am, at least– by what I do for a living. For many years, I’ve been resolutely, most assuredly, a working Architect. And now with this, the current state of career flux that I find myself in, nothing seems to buoy me. As with being at open sea, the fluidity has been exciting me and challenging me and even threatening the very idea of “ME”. Only today, with pieces of paper expectantly waiting for answers, someone just seemed to suddenly check on me like an impatient sea mate: “Where are we going, Captain? Where are we? Are we there yet?”

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And to that, I finally say:

“I know where we’re going. And I trust what’s out there. We look up the stars not only for direction but their beautiful solace, knowing how this journey will not be short nor always this smooth-sailing.

But we just need to keep on going.”

I tick more than two boxes on the bloody pieces of paper.

Love,

Karlita

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On Work

Dearest ______,

I disagree with people when they tell me: “It’s just work. It’s nothing personal.”

The way I see it, when you spend the majority of your days doing one particular thing– when there are limitless other ways to spend them– Work just gets downright personal! After all, your time (on average 25-30 years of a person’s lifetime) is nothing but yours, personally, isn’t it? So how am I expected to view Work; my chosen vocation as anything but?

With this in mind, some of my work relationships have extended beyond working hours. Some colleagues have become friends, long after tenure. It’s like being in a classroom or an Army camp together. You come out of similar experiences (sometimes enjoyable, sometimes jarring) all slightly different, but also slightly the same by virtue of that singular environment in that certain period of time. And I’ve found that the more jarring the experiences, the more you see what each person is truly made of. Hence, friendships. And also, non-friendships. Heehee.

After almost 5 years on the job, last week was my last at work.

And my own thoughts on Work above are only to say that it has personally been the most exciting and rewarding 5 years of my life, so far: in and out and the blurry in-betweens of Work. In that period of time, I met some of the nicest people (pictured at my farewell dinner last night). Then again, some of the not-so nicest as well. Which, I guess, is to be expected from life in general.

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So the next time someone tells me “It’s just work,” I’ll be prepared with a slideshow presentation of everything that “just work” has allowed me to do, achieve, and become through the years.

While I completely agree that there is certainly more to life than just Work– speaking as a proud member of the Working Class– for it to be truly meaningful, Work is and should be so much more that just a job.

Love,

Karlita

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lunch, boxed 3.0

Dearest ______,

My Mesclun salad with some homemade vinaigrette.

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My mixed vegetables in tomato sauce (vegetarian Kaldereta, if you will) with hard boiled egg for protein.

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Jessie’s homemade Rotti Prata with curry sauce.

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Love,

Karlita

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lunch, boxed 2.0

Dearest ______,

My Pesto sauce in Vegeroni pasta:

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Yvonne’s beef and vegetables:

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My Alfredo Mushroom sauce in some left over pasta:

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Love,

Karlita

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lunch, boxed

Dearest ______,

So, I’ve just discovered something. I know, I might be the last to learn this very basic thing in the world. Nevertheless:

One great way to save money and actually enjoy your food is to prepare and bring your own lunch box to work.

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Oh, did I mention this could also be a nice tradition you can start with your colleagues?

Like the Iron Chef series, you can start making themes like “Pasta Day” or “Mushroom Day” where you can share different ways of cooking the same recipes. Back here we’ve just started with this game called “Guess who Brought the Prettiest Lunch Today.” And yes- it’s in the bag box!

Love,

Karlita

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the week so far

Dearest ______,

The busy week started last Sunday, when we had to do some over time work at the office. I’m used to this kind of thing because my degree in Architecture has taught me (if it has, anything) that this doesn’t even cut close to the really worst of times.

This time though, I’m a little more tired than usual, and I figured that the only way to keep my head from imploding and stopping my twitching fingers from sending some nasty emails out is if I showed you how the week has been so far:

1) Cup noodles.

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2) Yesterday’s skirt.

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3) An old chair was left sitting out, a block away from my place.

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4) Today’s packed lunch.

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How has yours been so far?

Love,

Karlita

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