IGME Files

The most recent insult I got happened three days ago.  I was inside a medium-sized training room in a call center company.  We were about ten people who remained, the last phase of the hiring session.  I was with my sister, watching the proceedings from the side.  I felt left-out for a sec, “why wasn’t I called to sit?”  I thought.  The American guy who was leading the talk didn’t mind me at all. 

Later, I saw a batchmate of mine from college who entered the room and continued the session.  She was undoubtedly the assistant of the American.  When she saw me, she immediately led me to one of the chairs to start the final exam.  The test was a tricky one.  We were given a playing card-sized paper which we had to answer correctly by matching the figure of different shapes inside the box with the other figure.  I kept my composure even though I was languishing because of time-pressure.  This American guy, who was in no position to pester anyone of cheating or checking if we’re doing it correctly, peered at my paper and said unabashedly, “YOU’RE NO GOOD,”  and turned.  I got floored by those words, was in disbelief what came of his head to say that, and checked my paper what have I done. There was nothing wrong with my paper.  I ran up to him and told him there must have been some misunderstanding.  I was fishing for an apology, but he’s just as stoned as to what he did to react.  I was on the other hand, too numb to continue.  When my sister sensed something was wrong and relayed to her the bomb, we decided to take matters in our own hands and stormed out of the room.  Later, we saw the guy enter the same elevator as we were, he bowed his head as if he made a mistake, but no words came. 

And this was my dream. 

My dream is telling me something and it’s a sin for me not to tell to the majority what this meant to me.  I am embarking on a new activity, a chance to prove my mettle in the field of scriptwriting.  The “you’re-no-good” doesn’t fluster me now than it used to be.  I’ve been called names (and I’m sorry it’s not for everyone’s consumption), but perhaps the biggest lie someone told me was “I AM NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH.”  And yes, that was a great excuse to ditch me for having had the least output of concepts for a group effort.  A friend scooped the real reason was just a difference in “taste”, whatever that means.  This was almost three years ago working for the supposed to be familial creative

(note:  “Kapamilya”) environment.  Can creativity ever be appraised in general?  For television, it’s the number of advertising load vis-a-vis viewership.  I have touched on market, “creativity” is still in question.

Anyway, I have built on this debacle and a few more thereafter, turned them into life-changing moments and opportunities.  And I wouldn’t have done this without a strong support of people who truly believe in me.  Do not believe anyone who makes you feel you are any less of a Self.  At the end, you’ll even have to thank them for it.  After three years, I might even smile at this person and say hi, I’m now a “Kapuso.”