Becoming a teacher was my first choice to study in college. But my parents objected because they knew teachers receive low pay; the female ones especially undergo too much stress from students — ending up as spinsters to boot. My father decided I’d take up BS in Accounting instead which I proceeded to labor on for four years. Wrong choice — considering my appreciable strengths lie in Language and the Arts. It was, however, too late for me to turn back.
After graduation, I took a job in the Circulation and Accounting departments of a local newspaper while at the same time reviewing at night for my professional licensure examination. Seven months later, I tried my luck taking the national test for Certified Public Accountants — I failed. It didn’t surprise me; my family was. They knew I wasn’t brainless. But you see, although the study of Financial Accounting had been fairly tolerable; it was the higher Accounting branches of Cost, Managerial, and Taxation that bored me to tears I spent most of my time daydreaming in front of our professors during class periods.
The second time I took the CPA exam, I surprisingly passed (with barely favourable outcome). My parents were delirious. I wasn’t. Because I was already alert to the reality I wouldn’t be successful in the field. I just don’t have passion for that kind of work.
Fast forward over several years of mostly job hopping as bookkeeper, Receivables Analyst, Auditor, Administrative Assistant in various companies throughout my singlehood. Then I got married and had a baby. Within three weeks after my son was born, my husband went home to his mother and kept on disappearing, I scrambled to find a job and managed to find one, thankfully. My husband turned up on and off in our lives for 10 years — even jeopardizing my occupational security when he demanded that I quit the job I was holding at one time — out of his, once again, irrational jealousy. Shortly thereafter, my marriage irrevocably crumbled and I earned incontestably the status of a single parent. I went back to work part-time generating financial statements and auditing inventories.
Through my sister’s connections, my husband (before he finally left) had started the tiny business of distributing government-sponsored tickets which he turned over to me as soon as we separated. Alas, earnings from that selling booth proved insufficient for my son’s pre-highschool education so when I saw one day in the newspaper an opening for English instructors, I went and got the job.
4 thoughts on “Job Years Plus The Teacher That I Was – 1”
Wow, what a journey. It’s good you reached the destination that should always have been yours but man, what a road to reach it. You’re one tough cookie.
Micah, it’s been a while. So glad to hear from you again. But wait, I had flicked off most of my blog pals to be able to write here in all candour. This blog has become off limits for the faint-hearted. 😀
Thanks for dropping by. Warmest Regards.
Haha. Well I guess I’m not too faint of heart then. Personally I always find vulnerability and open-heartedness a beautiful and enriching thing. I get so much inspiration from others who’ve experienced and overcome big challenges, so it’s a really valuable thing when people are brave enough to share their journeys this way.
Thank you for wonderfully putting it that way. This is a memoir where I intend to write down everything I still manage to remember — before time runs away with my memory.
I’m looking forward to your future posts and learn as well from your deep thoughts and narratives.