Part of my daily routine is checking social media sites,and I think for most of us, Facebook and Instagram has become every ones mutual friend. Being away from home, this allows me to easily get updated instantly. Just recently, my good friend shared a link of a recording of a call from a Filipina wanting to be transferred to an American based center, the company being outsourced. I was hesitant to listen to it, but she said that the woman was despicable. And I reckon.
I raised my family through working GY shifts for 9 years and it is a decent job. In fact, grueling. For me, the most difficult part besides the fact that you work on shifting schedules, the pressure arising at work with scorecards and fastidious callers, is the risk of traveling at wee hours. Not all people could afford a cab at night therefore relying on public transportation and God's divine guidance from lurkers of the night. After listening to that belligerent Filipina's call, despising
fellow countrymen in ill, I cannot imagine how someone can be eternally ashamed of where they come from.
Filipinos have surfaced far enough worldwide in almost all sort of industry, and we have proven to be a rich nation, ironically coming from a third world country. My gut feeling pushed me to incorporate the word "rich" to describe my country because we are. We belong to the most hospitable and friendly nation. Our country have adequate resources to sustain it's people, but always the question lies to the people running it. And, yeah I don't to be a full pledge political economic adviser to say that, yet I know that only if we are governed by good leaders, I'm sure, I wouldn't also entertain working abroad.
Regardless of the negative stigma that our government brings to people, or even if I think we can be looked at as the most corrupt nation, or a nation of domestic helpers to them, I am will always be proud of my grass roots.
I am Filipino and I am proud.
taken June, 2012.
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