bizzovercoffee

environmental, social, political commentaries and clairvoyantiques

Hang on to safety belt this Sept 06... I am

Very Heartily Dedicated to Coyang Djamgy Em...

My coffee is bitter this morning.  I think it is the mood.  And one probably woke on the wrong side of the bed.  Ugh!!! (Another sip)  Ugh!!! again, and More uuugggh!!!

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There has been a robbery in Marina?  Oh, I failed to note when and how it was done.  Or whether there are suspects id’d by now?  Despite my insomnia, I am not really very keenly attuned to what is happening in the neighborhood with my tevee blasting loud noise into my eardrums till the wee hours.  God, they could be burgling my little garden and my bonzais!  Oh my bonzais! and I wouldn't still know what is happening... I feel like saying shit!  There it's better.

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On August 26 or thereabouts, an overstaying friend of a friend in the North, said that she got scared when government people figured in a firefight and were able to drive back a large number of sandaled hippies armed to the teeth that were supposed to engulf the town of Natividad in Pangasinan with force and do whatever they intended to do there in the first place.

Friend of a friend decided it was time for her to leave Natividad.  Her long overdue stay had come to an end.  Friend of a friend even cried up to 4 am and that's why i couldn't sleep and could not want her because of friend... yikes!

The armed hipsters were of course, friend of a friend was saying, the chic Neo's  People Army (the competition of the one in Matrix).  She said, there were nearly half of them young females.  I told her, she shouldn't be surprised because Neo's People Army has as many beauty queens than Bench, Lancome and Avon in the Philippines combined into just one fashionista outfit.  Oh I know that truly.  It was my own turn to see them in action at least twice in a row in far, far hinterlands somewhere so many eons ago on the first and only recently on the second.

Had the hipsters gotten what they came for, standard procedure requires that they should have laid siege to the Natividad Municipal Hall, the Police Station and so on and so forth.  Of course, they would not pretend to care about entering the parish church.  They're atheists, right Virge? 

Friend of a friend shivered when told that, because she was living nearer to the Municipio than the church! Gosh!

Surely  they will look for the canteen / cafeteria.  (By myself, I would really like to have a really wonderful hot cup of coffee now, not like this one I seemed to have brewed the wrong way.)  What it looks like is that the hipsters did not have a well-secured plan and was stopped midway when government people learned early that they were gathering their elements at the outskirts of Natividad.  Because the radio is now backed by the cell phone, immediately the infantry arrived.  They wasted no time at all and immediately attacked the NPAs before they could even make a move to downtown Natividad.

No apparent deaths happened.  But the hipsters lost an M-16, one back-pack type bag containing sensitive documents and personal items.  Government people also found lots and lots of blood where the hipsters passed on their escape.  Don't tell me it was the youngest, most naive member that was hit, No!!! No!!!  I told friend of a friend.  She doesn't know and her looks betrays her thoughts:  You must be the most morbid ancient man on this planet.  For my thoughtful response, I look back at her:  Of course not.  Morbid and horny are two different things, honey!

Then friend of a friend left the house.  And I was alone till the sun rose.  Why do people bother you with stories like that?

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So now I am intrigued.

I am truly very intrigued.

Damn that woman... hmph!

Is that hipster incident and too many other similar incidents now the result of Coyang Djamgy M's trip to the Joamee in The Netherlands and the fast exchange of a lot of moolah there?  (For pray tell, do you believe in all that shit about a nego taking place there?  Huh?)

Now I wonder very much, with all that blood on the hearth, I hope no youthful student, or ex-student again was hit and the papers will soon be crying :  Karen Jr. and Sherlyn the Second are missing.  Jesus  H.  Christ!!!  Whatever happened to the teachers and parents of these young people?

(At least prepare them well for battle before sending them there, hmp!  As if the NPA cares if they make it well into their 90s like me, huh?

And as for Coyang Djamgy, next time you field your money, make sure you include the provisions for the best anti-death vests available in the market, haaaa?  Have you heard of dynema? Its stronger and better than the Kevlar® vest dearest Coyang Djamgy.  Listen, listen to me you ...   Better yet, stop giving your money away just to make my own troubles worse, gdamfag er... darling!  Hmph!)

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Now I wonder why I keep thinking about what the COÑO! COÑO! friends of ours were saying about two different Round Table Discussions by Black and White Movement, etc. then a so called mammoth rally again in Ayala?  And then they were talking a lot about receipts!  And September receipts made to look like they were obtained in August?  Well, well, when did a revolution ever worry about receipts and faking some if it were not making-money time?  He he, you  cruel, naughty little devils!  You really squeaky little bastard quislings you!  To think you look like well mannered gentlemen and ladies with glossy ties and pradas and all.  Hmmm…. Well, no matter who makes the mostest, you better have more portalettes this time, and all manner of appurtenances including humongous garbage bins, dressing rooms [remember the Jackie Chan campaign over the undressing of Jacky Cheung?] and so on.  Imagine my dismay when I surveyed the scene of the catastrophe after Mami Cory made that little quaint speech of hers at Rada St., compleat with all the tevee nets around her, and then the AMRSP, then the COÑO! COÑO! friends following suit, you could even find not a few cundums and half eaten pills, a lot of wasted food and trashy print materials in the after math.

Jesus Mary Joseph (not Mayor Binay's first name), what euphoria passed over me when the COÑO! COÑO! friends said later they decided to do away with the mammoth rally on the first!  (Perhaps they'll postpone it to the 21st, when Mang Mashall's Dictum 1081 was proclaimed) The green and blue men, of Manang Glow daw overheard over their devices that such a rally was being planned for September morning or storming, as it were.  Wow!  Thank you Lord.

I honestly believe that with all the current rallies, crazy caravans  and burglings, and attacks, bloodshed and disappearances, are the source of my insomnia on occasion.  Of course it's rather yucky to think that they'll come up yet again with another big one in September.

Will it be really big trouble?

I really can't care the least about their kind of crap.  I need something with better redeeming value.  How about giving me the best colombian coffee?

Amen!  At least, I guess, my mood's lightening ...

Nyahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

posted by: ezky at 19:32 | link | comments |

Ezky's Jobs Online II

Coming soon! (Promise) Post is under "construction" lol!

posted by: ezky at 08:00 | link | comments |

Sophomoric and Sophisticate

ramblings about paying tribute to literary icons adrian c and jolly b, et al

i'd like to digress from ezky's jobs online just for a little bit.  being very nostalgic, feeling ancient and all.  here goes nothing...

noone can say that only the establishment types do not deserve recognition in the literary circle.  i cannot agree.  of course, it's truly wonderful to see the activist, subversive types going on stage and getting loud applause for literary achievements.  it's both patronizing and patting them at the back for being the oppressed, suppressed, persecuted and whatever.

if george w. bush happened to be a good writer, he could have been eligible to receive awards left and right before he became governor and long before he ran for POTUS.  by a great stroke of misfortune, he is not, thank god very much! his detractors probably would say.  but it would have been easier in usa, because not the entire population give recognition only to subversives.  there are also establishment types who get the same citation and good raves from critics as the subversives, activists and anti-establishment types.  here in our own little part of the universe, more particularly these-a-days, we root for the underdog.  so we do not honor our establishment type pencil pushers.  i see establishment types selling themselves as as activists or subversives anti-gloria, anti-government, or even as low as anti-philippine star (magine that!!!) just to get recognition.  it makes me sick.  hey my friend of one meeting every 10 years, bob bastillo, doesn't it make you sick too sticking it out in the star? (may i remind you, we missed the last 10th year meet, huh?  are we now grown ulyanin or no?)

establishment types or not, writers are writers.  they will always be like everyone of us, blog sojourners, many of us as lonely as hell plucking on our keyboards still while everyone is already way past dreamtime.  while the medium is now electronic, the community is the same.  a different world made up of establishment and subversive types.

establishment writers, well paid or not, also suffer the itch and pains.  they go through the constant struggle – of getting better at their writing.  indeed, for us simple bloggers, to be able to write again for our next post is excruciating struggle.  writing our simple blog, a struggle?  yes, virginia, it takes time to get good at it, no?   that's why i admire sister for her very long blog.  it means to me she had had to struggle long enough to make her blog into what it is now.  because after all, it will never end – the effort to be a more accomplished blogger.

about establishment writers, someone from my own personal circle said during dinner at adriatico café ages ago that adrian cristobal never said anything in his writings because all he had to show were hyfalutin words and no substance. accompanied with a yech!  at that.  the speaker was someone i considered a paragon of excellence (in my mind) up to now.  even if i got a very cold shoulder and a scathing critic's review when i used poetry to refer to her or my bed...

adrian was my dad’s colleague, although dad appeared to resent the fact that after sharing jeepney rides, hot bowls of mami and simple, non-fancy bread and cheap lunches at the turo-turos in the peripheries of malacañang, adrian got to be a big s...shot.  a real big s...shot.  he wrote marcos’ speeches and whatever else, and old blas ople edited them for the old man.  adrian got to own a book publishing outfit, even got to occupy a building – i don’t just know if all of it – but it was a makati building.  besides the book firm, peco, adrian had a motley of other businesses.  his mettle was tested like jolly benitez’ whose writing, my dad said, is very damned good, punctuated with an exclamation point.  jolly who wrote speeches and other articles for the madame, on the other hand, was not adrian, who was born dirt poor.  but both are writers i admire.  very much.  down to my very bones; perhaps dad merely saluted just one, but you wouldn’t know if he was just a little on the biased side for not admitting openly that he envied adrian’s writing.  because frankly, it would have killed him.  dad wrote very well, too, i should say.  when i was older, i used to marvel at his command of words.  it seemed he mastered the big version thesaurus!  heck!  i couldn’t even manage memorizing half the pocket version!  dad had a clear, uncluttered mind (not like his son’s) and i saw him write a full 40-page report without type overs that i read addressed several foreign funder / donor agencies several times but was clearly intended for a filipino reader from his first page.  probably an official at the department of trade where dad worked at that time.  it did not matter to me how he did that, typing with absolutely no type overs on our old olympia at the time, because i was at least 8-9 years old.  but since i was earning money on the sly pretending to be lola, who had a sideline at our house called “We Accept Typing Jobs”, and i typed people’s assignments, term papers, letters with a lot of rubber erasers’ marks and type overs, i kept wondering why dad never used a rubber eraser nor typed over his mistakes.  (i keep trying to imitate that trick of my late dad's, but i can't simply get it.  i miss him mostly, because he never got to teaching me how to write without erasures.)

i think adrian and jolly benitez made their contribution to writing.  but if you ask the i-don’t-like-but-hate establishment types bunch, they'd probably dismiss you with a retort sounding like, who the hell cares anyway?  well, i do.  if there was a hall of fame for really damned good writers, adrian and jolly should be in it.  be glad to organize it for great ones like them too, if i had the chance.  a lot of events organizers would just be happy to help me.  i'd be happy to lay a large tile on a boardwalk of famous writers for jolly and adrian anytime, if there were one.  and i'd be there when they sign over their names on the tile. hmp!!!

jolly is of course minding philippine women’s university; he's the president or chairman.  that school is his family's.  now that's good but he ought to be doing more.  for instance, he should also be putting out a newspaper of his own or at least at weekly magazine.  i bet he could give free press teddy locsin or the gokongweis who are suddenly active in publishing a run for their money, lol.

postscripts

i truly believe it’s high time to give recognition to adrian, jolly and for the nth time, ka blas (sort of an encore) and their ilk.  and there are a number of them, and they’re a dying breed.  i'm personally vehemently not in favor of not placing them in the pedestal just because they were linked to the late marcos.  fuck those who hate personalities, who cannot attack real issues.  they have little brains.  dad for one, is already dead.  it's too late for him for any recognition that he could be proud of.  he won’t get any awards anymore.  maybe, not even posthumous.  marcos’ own people whose superior dad was a very intimate friend of, even wanted to skin him alive when he wrote that article in the free press about the murder by philcag of a poor, helpless man somewhere in the provinces during a simple merrymaking that the uniformed scalawags turned into bloody affair.  dad died fairly recently while working on the project of assistant secretary “a” to suspend a malabon mayor.  was the suspended mayor involved?  it is still being investigated.  was the other side involved?  it remains to be seen, because one of assistant secretary a’s men definitely rejoiced over the sad untimely death of a healthy man.  and is still doing so up to now.  when was it, about more than a decade(s) ago, when adrian still had peco, i sought out his (adrian’s) daughter.  i might also have sought out ka blas’.  i’m wondering however where they stand in the little political squabble over who should be eating the special bibingka of malacañang now.  the lady daughter of ka blas, a certified obese person with almost the girth or bigger than that of ka blas’, appears too frequently in anti-government gatherings while i haven’t gotten wind about the politics of adrian’s daughter whom i got to know briefly.  (she made me eat with her sosi friends then and had a favorite line, “i shouldn’t be telling you this, my advice is expensive!”  hu-wow!  i liked her, not on account of her dad, but i simply adored her.)  she was about six inches taller and of course, like dad used to tell me, her dad was many millions miles and reasons away from my own – as if that really mattered anyhow – but she’d have been a really nice lay.  frenchy lips, a really, really cute face and all.  it was something i really regretted, not propositioning her for anything at all at the time -- because about now, i don’t know if its still true, i thought a lot of girls considered me cute too.

posted by: ezky at 03:43 | link | comments (1) |

tipping sister

How not to apply for a Job
ADOPTING THE LESSONS I LEARNED FROM EXPERTS ON GUERILLA TACTICS IN THE JOB MARKET

The First Part of a Series

The primary intention of this article is to enlighten you on how to land in a job without ever applying for one.  As a bonus, if you do not like being bossed around, this happens to be a set of tips to people who can't stand having nasty bosses all of the time and sometimes just want to work without being picked on but instead allowed to deliver results.

In our case, we look at an employee-employer relationship as a sort of synergistic partnership.  One in which not only the boss gets to benefit, but also the employee.  In which case, although the ideal might not be followed in all cases, the relationship will be such that both parties exert maximum effort (or at least, best effort) in making the other party happy.  Some call it, a win-win situation.  I really do not have a term for it, but picture a simple topic they teach us in science:  symbiotic relationship?

Or, in the field of gestalt, synergistic relationship?  Like, in terms of a soccer team's efforts, perhaps, it is often vaunted, that the whole is better, greater, stronger, more winnable than the parts?

So here are our little tips then,  but first let us sum up where we are beginning from, my dear students.

You are doing any one of these:

1. Applying for job after graduation fr high school or college
2. Changing your career
3. Changing your job
4. Changing your boss
5. Changing your workmates
6. Changing your working environment
7. Transferring your residence
8. Your Contract is finished
9. Your Project is terminated or company closes
10. Looking for fallback, you were fired
11. You need less stressful work
12,  Other reasons for looking for gainful employment

You want work.  You truly want and appreciate work.  In not one of the situations mentioned above is it even alluded to, that an individual cannot appreciate applying for a job, just because he or she does not want to work.

Precisely, we change careers, from career A for instance, just because we want another kind of career, like B or career C, and so on.

Ditto for a job, or in wanting to change a boss, one's workmates, work place (or environment), etc.

It is a bit more complicated in a situation when we are changing residences.  What if there are no jobs in the place where we are transferring our principal domiciles to?  Hmmm...

We will have to discuss that a little more lengthily below then.  In another situation, perhaps we landed originally in a per project-per contract basis and either the project has terminated, or the contract has reached its end.

Some people on the other hand, want to land in jobs that demands less of the worker but pays well enough.

Others, simply want a less stressful or demanding job, to do what many accountants or other young professionals (especially female) in Makati are now doing:  taking on 3, 4, 5 jobs all at once and having nary a wee time to take a rest.

Still there are other situations, myriads of reasons why one would like to land in a job without going through the rigors of applying.

Here is how.  Bear in mind, that these tips will cost you, but you have to make ends meet so you may just have to do everything on the low budget side.  Don't ever just say, I don't need the expense, thank you!  You must be some kind of shit not to try.

CAPACITY INVENTORY

First do an inventory of your galing, your own capacity and ability.  Include everything, it doesn't matter if you are just graduated from high school or college.

Every human being is a temple of skills, qualities and craft one excels in and others do not. Even a blind person can take a job and it has been proven in as many instance as I can count with my own fingers.  My own friend, Lulu, is a Doctor but she is nearly 90% blind.  See?  When I was out of a job myself, she was the one who loaned me money!  Imagine!  A blind person helping the physically unhandicapped friend. Of course that is not for Ripley's nor Guiness, but to me a feat nonetheless. (Don't say I told you to get deaf, dumb and blind friends for yourselves, huh!)

So there. Write it all down neatly with your hand, with your desktop or laptop, whatever.

Look at their order of priority.  Pick our the best of your talents, skills, etc. etc.  Then decide on a

PLAN

Plan.  Plan the plan too, not just jump into it and say presto! I have it!  or Eureka!  That's a lot of bull. Carefully take into this little second workshop, the following important questions:

1. with my abilities, what work will best fit me?
2. if i am fit for work A (or B, or C, or D), where will I place myself in?
3. how do i look for my company? (the one that will hire me with my skills, abilities and all)
4. once I know which company could possibly hire me, how do I attack it? (what options do it have, what steps must i take?)
5. what if all my options fail?
6. if i find a second company, how do it attack it as well?
7. if i finally land myself in the job, what next?
8. how do i last in my job?

Abilities.  The essential thing above all is honesty.  One will have to be honest to be able to identify which job will actually suit her or him.

On the other hand, in looking for a matching company, good intelligence is required.  Therefore, if one has not mastered discipline in college or even a modicum of it in high school one will not have the patience to undertake research.  And this is highly essential to getting the correct information.

Company, Industry, Field of Work.  However, in reality, it is merely just effort and determination.  Industry, if you will.  Looking for the right company can be done through the telephone director, directories in the internet, libraries, as well as the most effective age-old technique of getting good data:  interviewing people who know.

You are good at art work, graphics, painting so you decided to take a course that more or less relates to it.  You can ask people in the ad industry, in decent design shops or even computer companies if they hire people with your abilities.  But do not go beyond asking for these harmless information.  Do not apply.  Not yet.

You are merely researching.  Learning the industry or industries where you will find your niche.  Find it!  Find it!  Do not stop until you do.  Find as many of them as you can and be doggedly persistent.  Never lose faith!  Never fear!  Go!

Procedures, Options.  When you have finally and satisfactorily found the company or companies that will have a place for your talents, obtain another set of intelligence.  What is the weakness of the company, or the industry as it were -- therefore a common weakness in many companies in that industry.

Again, set yourself on this task as if it were the last thing you were doing on earth.  Just find it or them (weakness, need, weak link, whatever)!  It has to be something that you can exploit, something that will endear you to the company, considering the appropriateness of your abilities to their need for someone who can plug the holes in the roof of their firm or industry as it were.

Attack.  Once you have found the weakness of the firm, prepare to attack.  You cannot do this, if you were absent when they taught your class to write.

Go back now a little and test if you have the ability to write a Position Paper.

Do you know how to write a Project Study?

Do you know how to formulate a Feasibility Study?

Do you know how to write a Proposal?

Now if you don't, shelve it and die.

If you don't wanna die anyway, here's your alternative:  brush up or get help in making yourself a master of Position Paper and Proposal writing.

You should get good help in person, or in the cold contact ways (like through a library, the internet, etc.)  Build up your capacity to make a believable Project Study or Position Paper and of course, the reglamentary Transmittal Letter where you will introduce yourself.

Wait, did you include the names of the important people in the company who you will eventually write to?  Hoy, don't tell me I'll have to spoonfeed them to you!  Research them too!  (Diyos ko naman, libre na nga itong tips ko pati ba naman yan ako, ako... lagi na lang ako!)

When you learned the means to present your idea of saving the company, yes Virginia! you are the new Savior, Redeemer of the target company!  Write it down, get help if you can't do it all alone, and shove it up their ....!  Send it by hand, courier, mail, DHL, Fed Ex, etc.  Make sure that the man or woman you are writing to receives it.  How? (Aba, aba, aba!!!)  That's your problem.

That's your first level of attack!

Now for your second wave of attack.

Campaign.  Do not sit on your ass to wait for their reply.  Let your researcher, detective, spy skills and abilities, killer instincts, etc. etc. go to work.

Go to your target company (companies).  Campaign for your Project Proposal.

How?

Get connections, Find or Create friends, Build a Network.  Like a secret intelligence agent (James Bond or female counterpart) in a foreign country, trapped amidst enemies, you must build your own network of support, friends, lovers, etc. etc. in the target company.

If you happen to be shy, stop thinking about getting a job this way.  Just let yourself be run over by a truck, bit by a cobra, covered by Mount Mayon's boiling lava or get drowned in the deep ocean if you do not have something to shoot yourself with.

If you are truly determined, persistent, brave and morally convinced you deserve the work that will make you happy, then go forward.

Rock the target company a little.  Make a little rocking.  Give out a few ideas to your new found friends inside your target firm (s), that would make the company keep thinking about your project proposal, position paper, etc.

Follow up your ideas with new, better ideas.

Finally, Give them a Little Call.  At the end, if they haven't called yet, give the target company a call.

Give them a hint that you wish to have an appointment with the top gun you wrote the proposal letters, position papers, to.

If they won't schedule you, maybe you failed.  Nice try.

Do it again, dumb dumb!

Repeat the process till Death.

Do not stop.  Never stop.

If you want to stop, die early, damn you!

(Kung alam mo lang, napagod ako dito?)

Have Faith.

The best weapon you will ever have, is faith in your abilities and whatever else gives you inspiration:  your nanay, your tatay, your concept of the one above, the sun, the moon, the mountain, the wind ah basta!

Never go it Alone.

My final advise, is while you are working selfishly for yourself, always bear in mind that you need people to help you, support you and continue giving their love while you fight your way to land yourself a job.

If you surrender.

Once you have exhausted all your efforts, send me an email.

I have a ready, blank application form for you.

posted by: ezky at 09:17 | link | comments (2) |