I almost cried
“Problems are part of life, that I believe. And surprisingly, it comes to you when you least expect it.”
iTS almost time, i Was just finishing the cases i was digesting for our Evidence class when I got a call from MS. J informing me that the NMYL t-shirts, which were sent in Cebu, have long been at the airport for pick-up. In fact it when we called up the airport, the shirts arrived last february 23, 2008 and have been incurring storage fees amounting to a sum sum amount.
“OH MY GOD!”
Well you see my boss is running as National President of the National Movement of young Legislators (NMYL, above). THe election was held at the waterfront hotel in cebu city. Ofcourse, since this is a national election preparations have been done to ensure success during the election. T-shirts have been printed, baller bands made and other campaign materials gathered. I was somehow tasked to take charge in the t-shirts, making sure that the t-shirts will be in cebu weeks before the election. thus, the initial communication with ms. J. (who by the way is somehow the step mom of my boss, that’s if he considers her his step-mom considering that his mom is still alive and kicking) anyway, this is another story which unfortunately i cant divulge. sorry. going back, first two shipments were made. We encountered no problem. I was properly informed and I relayed it to our counterparts in cebu (since at that time we were still in dplg). But the last package (this is the PROBLEM) iM sure I WAS NOT INFORMED. and THat started it all.
When i got the call, me and my officemates thought that there was a problem with the communication. HOWEVER, at the end of the day, i felt I AM THE PERSON TO BE BLAMED. SHEEEEET! hehehehe
my text to MS J.
me: mam, confirmed po. t-shirts are still at the airport.pero man la man ko na inform gud bout the last package, la man ko na recieve airway bill no.
ms. j: gi txt man nako ang airway bill no. ni reply pa man gani ka OK, and i said this is the last cargo (somehow mu ni ya g txt)
me: mam ru referring to the third package? (coz the last was the second package, at least thats what i know, had no idea there was a third)
ms j: NO REPLY.
SO….what now?im so bothered coz my final exams is next week. I was expecting a lil support from my officemates on how to solve the problem but i think i got their message “solve it! on your own” (well thats wat i felt) A lil group effort. But i believe they’re there for me, at that time i just didnt felt it (sorry).
My baboi, ever supportive called up and somehow helped. I was EMOTIONALLY DOWN. My head was aching and i felt like banging it in the wall.hehehe (thank god i didnt) BUT while i was in bed thinking (playing at the same time, just to channel my frustrations) i got a txt frm my officemate amalou asking me to personally talk to my boss about the problem ( my baboi said this to me also, but I think i needed my officemates to tell me this coz basta, i felt they should be with me in this).
“I WENT AND SEE HIM”
Sir: O ano pian?
ME: problem sir eh, with the TSHIRTS.
Sir: o wat about it?
ME: narrated the whole story (TEARY EYES, I ALMOST CRIED) sheeeeeeeeeeet.
but i told my tears to BACK OFF! but i know sir noticed.
“OK LANG PIAN!”
thats the words i wanted to hear from him and I heard it. Well, its a relief. BUt i get to shoulder the sum sum but its ok, thats just money. At least this problem is solved already.
after drinking a bottle of sml, im in this cafe and wrote this.hehehe
just a thot after all this, every problem has a solution. But it takes courage to face it. and its good when you have people around to help you out. ITS CRAZY solving problems of life alone. BE ONE WITH GOD AND YOUR FRIENDS (and my baboi) hehehe.
p.s a lot of thanks to my officemates and my baboi (i forgot to ask god’s guidance on this but i know he was working his ways through the people i just mentioned)
till next time
