It’s been more than two months since I started working for a PR firm and I am proud to say that it was a learning experience.
You see, I used to work in political PR. Over here in the Philippines, political PR is pretty common but definitely not for the faint of heart.
It’s literally back-breaking. Truth be told, to describe PR as “exhausting” is an understatement. More than the physical pain, there’s also the roller-coaster of emotions like anxiety and stress one gets but, I do think it was necessary, at least on my end, to go through it all, so I could grow as a human being.
I don’t know if I was made to work in PR as I have recently left that job by choice. It was a shame to throw away such a good opportunity, since election season only happens once every 3 years over here.
After three days of being officially unemployed, two prospective employers contacted me again, asking me if I am interested to work for them (after the formality of exams and interviews, of course)
This is the part that is splitting me in half. Both are absolutely a dream to work for but the truth is, my parents are starting to slowly break me in, like a new car, in to our well… shall I say, livelihood? They’ve tried to talk me into it but for some reason, I couldn’t take it seriously. It was like telling a joke with a straight, serious face.
How on earth do I tell my parents that I still want to find myself (or rather, lose myself) in the world of the employed, single and carefree life. Being thrust in to the family enterprise sends shivers down my spine. Not that I am an ungrateful son but honestly, I do not think I am ready, let alone capable of handling such an enormous responsibility of maintaining a decades-old business with employees to manage, inventory to check and sales to meet. Basically, all the headache of running a well-oiled business. I can never do it. Not now, at least.
I don’t want to break their heart for all the head and heartaches I have given them for years but I want to tell the truth about my choices as a person. A year ago, I was thrilled and excited to “go out and face the real world” until reality came to my parade and ruined it all.
They say timing is everything but I cannot help but wonder, why does all this insanity that going on make me more confused and lost than ever before?