Thursday, February 17, 2011

Boundaries

While riding on an FX this morning from Katipunan to 20th Avenue (via P. Tuazon Blvd), I was charged 12 pesos, 2 more than what I was usually charged. The driver talked for about a minute why I was supposed to pay 12 pesos and not 10 (and not 15 either as charged by some unscrupulous drivers whose plate numbers are at the bottom of this post) while I gave him the tiniest bit of my attention.

My initial (and current) perception was that PUV fare was computed using distance. First four kilometers, the flat rate, then a certain rate after that. However, that seems only applicable to PUJs and buses; FX operators seem to have their own universe. Now, to the driver's explanation...

20th avenue is a boundary. Get off before that, it's 12 pesos (I still don't get why, because most drivers just charge me 10 pesos). Get off after that, it's 15 pesos. Thankfully, he didn't mean that literally because he agreed to drop me off at the west side of 20th avenue instead of the east side. Just so you know though, the distance between these two sides is about 25 feet or so.

Anyway, through this bit of insight, I have to ask:

"Does that also mean if I board the vehicle, say, from J.P. Rizal Street (a little over a kilometer before arriving at 20th Avenue), I'll still get charged the same rate from the farthest location within that boundary?"

Seems unfair to me.

---------------------
Now, for the blacklist (avoid riding these PUVs if you can):

  • PVS 879
  • PXE 626
  • PYK 630
  • TVB 340
  • TXP 498

Friday, August 6, 2010

Thoughts on leaving a company

I'm a happy employee these days. I have a decent job, a nice work area, a reasonably fast computer, tasks that are matched for my skill level and provide challenge, colleagues who understand the meaning of teamwork, competent managers and a company that matches my career goal: make the world a smarter and better place to live in.

But not all was always well though. My previous company was an ass. To be specific, its employees. No, they didn't try to kill me or call me names, but it was a death sentence for a career that wanted to reach far above the clouds and the stratosphere.

My line of specialty has always been in software engineering. Building web sites. Yeah, that's what I find interesting. The crazy thing is that I was only able to do that abour 20% of the time. The rest of the time, I was busy attending equipment evaluation meetings, connecting printers to the network, cleaning computers of viruses, answering odd queries on the phone like, "Where should we buy a camera?", and 7 dozen things that aren't remotely related to web development.

so I resigned last May, hoping to end my disastrous streak in that company. Wrapped up my work, but had to turn things over to someone who had a different skillset than mine, so my documentation was deemed inadequate. Yeah, I know. Kind of like a dermatologist getting scolded for not being able to do a heart operation because the heart surgeon left for another company and didn't give a 50-volume crash course on how to do a bypass.

Next up was my clearance. Oddly enough, every single office signed it without a fuss. Know why? I had no administrative, property or financial obligations left to satisfy. So my clearance was good to go right?

Hell no. A few weeks right after I left, one of their systems that I built before broke down. And before I know it, my clearance was on hold indefinitely for that reason. I tried to help them out, which was the professional thing to do, but they wanted me to go over and fix it. My new company had restrictions that prevented me from doing so, so I told them I could only provide limited assistance. Their answer? They believed what I was saying was a bunch of crap and the second to the last signature required on my clearance was signed hoping that as friends, I would go the extra mile.

Such a comment was said in an outburst and might have been reasonable to them given the circumstances, but it was still unacceptable. And in any case, it is a wrong assumption to bring up the clause of friendship for business. Even now, I'm at a loss on how they arrived at such a conclusion. So if it's to each his own now, I'm going to defend the honor of my company. Because so far, they've proved they deserve it more.

So I played along, even talked to someone who might be able to help and a demo was scheduled. Took several days before I even got a realistic date, but at least it's on. Two days from now. They've been throwing petty distractions at me like, "Oh, where's your key?" and "Hey, the evaluation for the first half is done. You'll get some extra cash if you make yours.", just so they can prolong the discussion. I cannot count how many times I've said to myself, "Yeah, whatever. Can we just finish the important matters first?"

I now know what I have to do. Demonstrate that it works. Get them to say that my clearance will be released upon seeing it work. Hope for the best. If the best doesn't come and in its place the worst, then it's time to burn bridges.

I officially want nothing to do with your company or its people again.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Blood boil

I really need to rant.

Working for government sucks. Separating from a government agency, even more.

I had resigned about 45 days ago, but still, when I visited a while ago, my clearance was still not signed! Why? I haven't the vaguest why. According to the staff, I had some sort of requirement that was not submitted, yet not a single person from their organization could point it out. Neither did anyone inform me of anything. If this is regarding new problems they're experiencing in their network, I don't give a bull's ass. That's their problem.

The time records I had also made last December 2007 and January 2008 was lost, so instead of giving me options on how I could finish it, the staff just looked at me and said "we don't have a copy of your time records". I wanted to reply really badly with "Thank you for saying the f_cking obvious".

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Awwww

Why, what is wrong? One of your toys no longer working? You've been bragging about it for years and now it's suddenly out of order, you cry for my name? My help, my talents and goodwill? Which you've spat upon all these years?

In the words of Tony Stark: You can't have it.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Big ass crock

You wretched animals. You accept my goodwill only to spit in my face. What in the universe makes you think that I am willing to spend my time, limited resources and talent for a free lunch? Further goodwill and benevolence from the bottom of my heart?

Yet you still grieve me by witholding money still rightfully mine due to a bureaucratic process. Had you continued to pursue the endeavor to make the process electronic and grabbed cock when facing the problems encountered, I would not be covered up to my balls in shit.

I even tried to help your sorry ass when it was not faring so well by seeking alternatives. Your solution? Write it on a sheet of paper, just as things have been done for hundreds of years. Welcome you toad, to the 21st century.

If worse comes to worst, you can have that shitload of cash. Just expect nothing more from me than scarcity.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Not if your life depended on it

I have epilepsy. For several years already, actually. I didn't ask for it, but heaven saw it fit to gift me with excessive neuronal activity in my brain. But I'm done complaining about my situation. I now see it in the words of William Ernest Henley:

"My head is bloody, but unbowed"

I'm taking medication for it though. Trileptal. The dosage has varied through the years, but I'm on the decreasing slope now. I still have to take it daily though, no very late night gimmicks and no getting up too quickly from bed upon waking up as my brain still thinks it's sleeping. In other words, college sucked.

Today, I went to Mercury Drug to buy some medicine. As I did throughout all my purchases, I took out my prescription note and money to pay. When it was my turn, the pharmaceutical attendant read my prescription and said "where's the other one?"

Me: What other one?
PA: The one for 600mg. This says 300mg.
Me: I don't have one. My doctor told me to just say I need the 600mg tablet because I need to cut it. My doctor put that note at the bottom. See?
PA: Cut it for what? It says here one and a half twice a day.
Me: Look at this. It's basic fractions. One and a half of 300 is 450mg, my morning dosage. To do that, I have to break this tablet into 4 pieces, which basically guarantees that a good part of it is wasted because you can't cut it cleanly without pulverizing it.
PA: I'm still not giving you the 600mg because--
Me: Call your manager. Now.
PA: (calls manager)
Me: Is it your policy to not give medicines that are not written in such a format as this?
Mgr: Yes
Me: Even if the person's life will depend on it in a few hours?
Mgr: (thinks)
Me: I guess not. What's your name?

At that point, the manager just signaled to the assistant to get me the medicine. They saw it as just another person who walked away with a bunched of tablets. I walked away with my life.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Super villains

"You aren't given respect, you earn it."

So many times I've heard that phrase, yet I've consistently taken the hard way. It's not in your credentials, it's not how many toys you have, it's not who your parents were. It matters not how rich your are, what your position is in the company, or if you ride a Kawi 250. It's not about trying to please everyone either (you do that, you're everyone's b***h).

Sometimes however, getting that respect is like shooting a piece of paper a mile away with a Super Soaker 50. No matter how hard you try to be pleasant and professional, some people will act like brats because they want to be the star, not you. They want to stay in the limelight. They want other people to see that they're better than you because they got there first, they're older, or they've marked their territory and you're a threat.

I guess I'm at a point where people think I've outstayed my welcome or outlived my purpose. Maybe that's why I'm so at peace to leave. And so I leave what I called "my office" with the bitter thought below, paraphrased from Spiderman.

"And they found you amusing for a while, the people here. But the one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them -- eventually -- they will hate you."

I achieved hero status when I started. It was good while it lasted. Now, I'm just another staff member who quit after the expected three-year turnover in this office, just like my predecessors. And yes, they go into greener pastures and achieve greatness. Maybe that's where Green Goblin was right in the end, "why bother?"