Memoirs of an Amnesiac

I was not born kind. I was not even born with the proverbial patience of Job. I had no patience with people who would not do things the right way. Worse, I had been raised by my father who would not ignore mediocrity. I expected things the way I had been raised. Thus, begins my predicament.

Because I am in this profession that requires for me to know where one comes from in order to understand that person, to stretch one's patience because one has not traveled the same path as the other, and to be kind, despite the seemingly unforgivable flaws one has committed to me, it has become a struggle each day since I started (even at the time when I decided I wanted to be a teacher).

It would have been easier when I would have to do my psyching up on my students, but on my fellow workers? That is downright insane! You know when we meant someone "who can work with less supervision", we meant it big time. Teaching and handling school activities are not a walk in the park. We need a lot of people to help us out. This is probably why they call a group of fish a school.

The most rare sense in the world is common sense. We don't need someone with a high degree (Suma, Cum, Magna or what-have-you LAUDE) because all we'll ever need is someone with a common sense so that one can accomplish the one stated in the previous paragraph. Besides, most of the people I know who have achieved so much are no longer faring in the world of work (some of them are either making great waves in business or are strapped with straight jackets).

Don't just say, "I was not given orders to do it." By all means, solve the problem. We have to learn to be problem solvers, because nothing in this world is cut and dried for us. Besides, this is what makes us higher in hierarchy with our down-the-specie counterparts.

Ok, rantings, endless ones, too. I could go on and on with my list but at the end of the day, I find myself the one really exhausted and tired. So I begin to reflect.

There could never be perfect organizations as there are no perfect individuals. I was not born perfect and how was I supposed to expect people around me to be one? Whether I like it or not, I must learn to deal with them. It's a sink or swim situation and I choose to swim.

I know there is nothing I could do to change them (even if I light a thousand candles for them in church). I will have to learn to accept them and eventually love them (this, I'm still working my butt off for years).

Come to think of it. Although they're bad examples, they're still serving as EXAMPLES -- someone one should not emulate.