Working, or The Real-World Necessity of Earning-to-Live

For the record (or just in case I’m found out), the day’s major task here at work is done. Now all I have to do is monitor the servers for any downtime for the rest of the day.

It’s my third day as NOC Engineer at a call center here in Oritgas, though my team (for now, me and my boss), will be moving to a Libis location any day now. We’re currently squatting in the IT department, no dedicated workstations to be excited over.

Moreover, today is my first day in the day shift, as I start work noontime. I haven’t had daytime work for almost half a decade.


I’m not sure how to set an opinion on the local call center industry, which I think would easily be the bane of any serious academic instructor, as college degrees are easily disregarded and wasted for wages a wee bit above the usual corporate pay. These companies do supply the overwhelming employment deficit, but I have yet to hear about actual benefits and/or advantages this still growing industry provides an any-class family economy.

I would’ve had harsher sentiments, but my mind shouldn’t be at that state right now.


I’ve sworn off agent work like the plague (or scenester-ism: I’m not sure which is worse), but my current job is promising, and highly tech-inclined, though there’s that sentiment that I know I should’ve had this title years ago, despite the fact that I badly need training for this. Privileged is the word to say/write/think of, as I’ve also been lucky enough to get a job this quick (I just got back home from Shanghai early November).


Will I still go back to China? Do I still have interest in working abroad? Yes, on both counts. Once one gets that actual experience of employment overseas, the promise of local work gets very stale and somewhat pathetic to the career-path palate. Though, I’m in a different situation than most, as I have no semblance of dependencies to support financially.

Thing is, I can’t afford not to work right now, and the current stimulus I’m getting now from hauling my ass from the house to the office is a hard-to-define mind-drug: there’s the excitement, the anticipation, the slight paranoia, the hopelessness, the promise-of-better-things, the lowered expectations, and the odd, unfamiliar taste of that motley pancake of people you see everywhere.

2 thoughts on “Working, or The Real-World Necessity of Earning-to-Live”

  1. good for you. on my case, i resigned months ago to take on another path. Really, its hard to do freelance work especially for a photographer. While a book project is already coming to a close, tagal pala mabayaran. Medyo taghirap ngayon. But I guess, this will all come to pass.

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