JUST IMAGINE IF BY the year 2046, all firms would require their employees to become multi-tasked individuals... Where will my son go?
It’s is all about flexibility. “We emphasize the shift from a ‘Tayloristic’ organization of work (characterized by significant specialization by tasks) to a ‘Holistic’ organization (featuring job rotation, integration of tasks and learning across tasks),” stated in a study by Assar Linbeck and Dennis J. Snower. It was also mentioned by these two researchers that an increasing percentage of firms around the globe are adapting this kind of reorganization – multi-tasking.
Allergic reactions
I CAN’T HAVE THEM touch my things… Once in a while, I get in contact with allergens that the initial reaction of my sinus is to itch to the point that I want to sneeze! No, no, no. I’m not conversing about pollen grains scattered all over the atmosphere when the wind is blowing, or dust particles hurling from the ceiling when the maid in the house is cleaning—I’m conversing about people whose presence is simply annoying.
Blank, give me a good night-kiss
LOOKING AT NOWHERE, I see nothing; yet, I hear everything. My sleep has been disturbed!
The storm is ripping over the city, gushing torrents of wind that turn tree branches like frothy feathers. Few but stretched drops of rain strike the rooftops, producing canon roar of metals, slammed by artillery fire that spats to the ground—typhoon Basyang raised a storm signal in Metro Manila; it is certainly damaging the area.
Here in Makati, psychologically speaking, the sound of the wind is startling me. This is actually the very first instance in my life that I am experiencing such trepidation because, perhaps, I am away from my hometown and my biological relations.
Conversely, I would like to know if Neil, my roommate, is already home. However, I can't. It's very dark in the room, and even the dim light, which I and my roommate never turn off, is not lighted. From this, I gather now that the electric current is down. I wouldn't want to wake him by asking from nowhere, "Hey, are you there?" (Of course, I presume he is sleeping. Posing such a question might mean intrusion to his presumed sleep on his bed at the upper deck.)
The storm is ripping over the city, gushing torrents of wind that turn tree branches like frothy feathers. Few but stretched drops of rain strike the rooftops, producing canon roar of metals, slammed by artillery fire that spats to the ground—typhoon Basyang raised a storm signal in Metro Manila; it is certainly damaging the area.
Here in Makati, psychologically speaking, the sound of the wind is startling me. This is actually the very first instance in my life that I am experiencing such trepidation because, perhaps, I am away from my hometown and my biological relations.
Conversely, I would like to know if Neil, my roommate, is already home. However, I can't. It's very dark in the room, and even the dim light, which I and my roommate never turn off, is not lighted. From this, I gather now that the electric current is down. I wouldn't want to wake him by asking from nowhere, "Hey, are you there?" (Of course, I presume he is sleeping. Posing such a question might mean intrusion to his presumed sleep on his bed at the upper deck.)
The paparazzi and his pursuit for bad romance
(I wrote this article as my informal, pointless, ambitious, but realistically factual autobiography on facebook.com – the “about me-portion”.)
I WAS SHIRTLESS WALKING in a beach and then, abruptly, I realized most people were staring at me. Then, a Mr. Bikini-talent handler approached me and asked, "Would you like to join a bikini contest? I could be your manager!"
From his offer, I conjectured if it would be decent for a managing editor of a campus paper, a part-time associate editor of a local paper and a freelance columnist writing for several other publications to join a bikini contest. So the only feedback I gave was my boyish grin. Then, he just left his calling card...
Nah! Those days are gone. (Sigh!)
I WAS SHIRTLESS WALKING in a beach and then, abruptly, I realized most people were staring at me. Then, a Mr. Bikini-talent handler approached me and asked, "Would you like to join a bikini contest? I could be your manager!"
From his offer, I conjectured if it would be decent for a managing editor of a campus paper, a part-time associate editor of a local paper and a freelance columnist writing for several other publications to join a bikini contest. So the only feedback I gave was my boyish grin. Then, he just left his calling card...
Nah! Those days are gone. (Sigh!)
Peculiar job vacancies
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING UNUSUAL? There are job vacancies at EMCI. The Recruitment Team in our HR Department is currently looking for efficient Japanese speakers and writers who can also speak and write effectively in English. There are 17 positions to be filled with the most competent candidates who will get hired.
From Mitch…
REMINDER: THE FOLLOWING TEXT-MESSAGE was sent by Mitch Frazier when she had the most painful day of her life.
Career opportunities at ALC Group of Companies
UNEMPLOYED OR NOT FULFILLED with your occupation? Did you resign from your previous job and then you currently think that looking for a new one is like chasing rainbows? Or just simply tired of your daily routines because your existing employment is something that you consider as a fifth wheel? Hail all professionals specialized in different fields like Mass Communications, Marketing, Management, Real Estate, Medical Technology and some medical fields like Nursing, Accountancy or Accounting, Information Technology, Engineering, and then the list goes on...
Somebody asked me, "How do you see yourself several years from now?"
SEVERAL YEARS FROM NOW, I would like to see a startling billboard when I ride the bus from Pampanga to Makati. I would like to watch an amazing TV commercial that I just can't miss more than the TV shows. I would like to witness a person holding/reading/keeping a tantalizing brochure inside his/her bag because he/she can't simply throw it. I would like to hear a prominent radio ad, which clutches the attention of the listeners that they can't simply switch to another station while hearing it...
Onion salads with a pinch of Disney lesson
OUR CAMARADERIE WAS LIKE the closeness between a Spiritual Warrior and a transformed Media Puppet—it happened like the peeling of an onion.
Last June 6, my spiritual birthday, I found out that Robert already had his Facebook.com account, which I presume he had created this May. (I actually thought he'll never create a Facebook account because he said such an account would aid in the programming of every person's RFid in the future.) So I invited him using my Facebook account, which is linked to my official blog (this blog).
The next day, I read a message in my phone from Robert Rivera. He was asking me to delete my June 1 blog entry about him and Michelin in relation to the Pioneer because he doesn't want to appear as a presumptuous person. I’m not supposed to delete the entry since Mitz was touched with the article; however, I still concurred with Bert.
CAershtploir: The new micro-blogger
SOMETIMES, THOUGHTS COULD BE powerful when they are brusquely said. Sometimes, we don’t actually need to write a novel just to touch lives. Sometimes, a three-liner statement could change the view of mankind… right? Well, take note of the word “sometimes”.
Spiritual birthday
IF YOU'RE A CHRISTIAN, it's not enough that you have only one birthday. In my case, I have two. Today marks the anniversary when Robert brought me to the Youth Christian Gig in a Fellowship Church in City of San Fernando. I still remember that day when I felt tongue-tied concerning the new culture where I've been immersed into. Everybody else was worshipping raucously and I was diminutively frightened with what was happening. Then, Bert told me, "Huwag kang kabahan. Cool lang." He was telling me to be calm and to trust while flashing that boyish grin…
Could be written in the stars…
IT HAS BEEN A decade since the last time I listened to this song: I Believe by Fantasia Barrino… (The artist, candidly speaking, has been successful in delivering the emotions that should be possessed by the singer.) Back in my high school days, this was one of my favorite.
Yesterday, something happened to me in Taguig. And listening to this song, this morning, made me feel comforted from the experience. Whatever happened, I guess I’ve come up with the generalization that is paradoxical to my blog’s motto: We control our destiny.
Yesterday, something happened to me in Taguig. And listening to this song, this morning, made me feel comforted from the experience. Whatever happened, I guess I’ve come up with the generalization that is paradoxical to my blog’s motto: We control our destiny.
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