To OJT I bid adieu

Its 4: 53 pm, February 24, 2009, I have emailed my last assignment for today and for the entire OJT to our supervisor but since we’ll get home at 6:30 pm I will make use of these last precious times to write a post, to feel the well cushioned chair, to look at the manila skyline outside the window and to imprint in my mind this entity where we spent the last 140 hours of our OJT.

I can’t believe that it’s over. I can’t believe that we’re already done although I will still come back here next week. It will only be to get my papers and to receive the allowance.

The journey we had for our OJT is truly amazing. All the hard work, sweat and tears were all worth it. I’ve felt like I’ve won a feat.

When a TV show ends the hosts give thanks to their sponsors. When a movie displays the fin credits are displayed. I would like to do my version. After all the ojt we had can be considered a tale in its own right.

 I’d like to thank:

My parents of course for fueling my pocket, for supporting me and trusting me that I know what I am doing in my life and for constantly asking if I am alright here.

The household (Kuya Ronie, Ate Vi, the twins and baby Ynah, Kuya Roger and Manang) for adopting me while I am here in manila. They’ve been more than considerate for my welfare.I can’t complain anything.They made sure that I am alright. They even made me not worry of dishes to clean or clothes to wash.

Although I was saddened in the beginning while I was still searching because I thought they weren’t fully helping me find a company I have no hard feelings about it now. I understand that they were just trusting on me. Nonetheless I’ve proven to myself that I can do it on my own.

Sir Gerald and Ma’am Sonia for assisting us and supervising us in our ojt in QC.

Philippine IT Offshore Network. For the experience, for everything. I learned a lot from here.

ASCOT. my classmates. Sir Marmol, Sir Joseph, Sir Gudoy, Mam Mae. Annie, Yorick, Alvin, Justin.

Aimee. my ojt buddy, my friend and companion, my make up model.

Friendster. it served as my pressure outlet and source of social life.

To all the nameless faces I’ve seen in the streets, the fellow passengers I’ve had in the jeepneys and mrt, the professionals i’ve been with in the elevators, to the bosses, the janitors, to Koya, to Kahlil, to Steven, to Albert…thanks…

Above all these, I thank HIM. I owe everything to YOU,my LORD