my side of the story...
Six months ago, I joined a very famous non-government organization. This was actually a dream come true for me because I have always wanted to work for that group ever since college. It was not a high paying job but a sense of satisfaction was always there after every activity. The first two months were not easy. I was in transition from almost doing nothing to multitasking. I had to travel to my assigned area once a week and go around just to make sure that everything was running smoothly. I had experienced going home just to pack my bags for another week of training in some area. That was probably the most exhausting thing I have ever done in my life. However, despite the exhaustion I enjoyed the rush. Seeing the smiles on the people we served took away all the exhaustion I felt.
Towards the fifth month of my stay, there were changes that happened. Some found it good, some found it bad and others just took it in stride. We tried to be optimistic about it. I tried to be optimistic about it.
One day, three weeks before my contract expires, the whole team was gathered for a talk. This is when the bad news was told. I was told that due to "lack of funds", my position would have to be transferred to a different department. As an implication, I would have to be transferred to a different position because the director of the accepting department demands a four days a week fieldwork. Unfortunately, I can't do that because of my Graduate studies. That's when my tears started falling. It felt like something I badly wanted was being taken away from me. The boss told me that she was looking for a new position that would not entail any fieldwork. I was not comfortable with that and I explicitly told her. A few days after, I received a call telling me that I should do my "turn-over" already. And that was when everything started to sink in. The nightmare is really true. I am really losing my job.
A week after, when I somehow finally accepted that its going to be the end of the road for me in that organization, I received another phone call telling me that my exit papers would be fast-tracked so I would get my last pay right away. After a few text messages which is basically telling me that I can stop going to work already (this is two weeks before the end of contract), I started crying. I started breaking down in front of my office mates. All the pain and disappointment started pouring out. I had a talk with the boss about what I felt. She told her side but somehow it did not ease the hurt and disappointment. My office mates helped me to accept everything and I am very thankful for each one of them.
Somehow, my last two weeks passed with a mixture of happiness and enjoyment. Yes, the pain was still there but I was able to put it aside. Maybe because I accepted it and maybe because of my office mates who had supported me through the ordeal. After my last day, I somehow felt a sense of freedom. Freedom from the people who rocked the peace and balance in our group and freedom from the people who made me question myself.
My telling my side of the story is not to put the organization in bad light. As a matter fact, I will always be grateful for the opportunity to work for them. I had learned so much and I had met and worked with a lot of amazing people.
This is me finally letting go of the hurt and the disappointment I felt. This is me finally moving forward.
Towards the fifth month of my stay, there were changes that happened. Some found it good, some found it bad and others just took it in stride. We tried to be optimistic about it. I tried to be optimistic about it.
One day, three weeks before my contract expires, the whole team was gathered for a talk. This is when the bad news was told. I was told that due to "lack of funds", my position would have to be transferred to a different department. As an implication, I would have to be transferred to a different position because the director of the accepting department demands a four days a week fieldwork. Unfortunately, I can't do that because of my Graduate studies. That's when my tears started falling. It felt like something I badly wanted was being taken away from me. The boss told me that she was looking for a new position that would not entail any fieldwork. I was not comfortable with that and I explicitly told her. A few days after, I received a call telling me that I should do my "turn-over" already. And that was when everything started to sink in. The nightmare is really true. I am really losing my job.
A week after, when I somehow finally accepted that its going to be the end of the road for me in that organization, I received another phone call telling me that my exit papers would be fast-tracked so I would get my last pay right away. After a few text messages which is basically telling me that I can stop going to work already (this is two weeks before the end of contract), I started crying. I started breaking down in front of my office mates. All the pain and disappointment started pouring out. I had a talk with the boss about what I felt. She told her side but somehow it did not ease the hurt and disappointment. My office mates helped me to accept everything and I am very thankful for each one of them.
Somehow, my last two weeks passed with a mixture of happiness and enjoyment. Yes, the pain was still there but I was able to put it aside. Maybe because I accepted it and maybe because of my office mates who had supported me through the ordeal. After my last day, I somehow felt a sense of freedom. Freedom from the people who rocked the peace and balance in our group and freedom from the people who made me question myself.
My telling my side of the story is not to put the organization in bad light. As a matter fact, I will always be grateful for the opportunity to work for them. I had learned so much and I had met and worked with a lot of amazing people.
This is me finally letting go of the hurt and the disappointment I felt. This is me finally moving forward.
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