NEVER HIRE A FREE-SPIRIT

NEVER HIRE A FREE-SPIRIT

If you’re the kind of boss who loves to order people around.

Who spend every minute of every hour texting or making phone calls

Just to whine about how difficult your life is as a boss.

Free-spirits aren’t the best shock absorbents.

Free-spirits aren’t afraid to tell you how annoying you are

And how you waste your time, effort and money complaining

Instead of making solutions. –and how you waste their precious time when they’re actually

creating solutions for you.

Free-spirits aren’t afraid to tell, right at your face how your

negativity isn’t helping you or the people around you at all.

Free-spirits aren’t afraid to say “That’s bullshit!” when you give threats.

-most of them already seen worse.

The only fear they have is to be infected of Brain Inefficiency Virus.

Free-spirits aren’t afraid to confront you when you’re making

Bad decisions or when you swoon impulsively into situations you can’t really deal with.

-they have super creative minds and restless brains.

They just happen to know the kind of people who can actually do the job.

They find complaining without solution very immature.

So, you might experience a lot of upfront sarcasm.

Free-spirits aren’t afraid to say what’s on their minds.

They care less if people appreciate their honesty or not.

They don’t do things to please people.

-they do things because they can.

They know they’re not dogs.

They won’t work for you.

But they’re more than willing to work WITH you.

They have the habit of being honest to their graves.

Even if it means hurting your ego.

That’s because they’re not after your favor.

They’re after spending their time productively.

-like REALLY productively.

They don’t fit in the office environment very well.

Free-spirits hate politics.

They don’t care who’s on top of the ladder.

 they can work without having to gain everyone’s favor.

-and that is a serious threat for a highly political corporate zombie zone.

They do things the way they want to do them.

-most of the time, out of office standards.

Which is unconventional, yet very effective.

when there's a meeting and you call for a vote then everyone says "yes" to everything you say, most of the time, free-spirits would say "That's crap!". -simply because they know zombies don't have brains so, all they can say is "yes". 

they are warriors.

they have souls that no one can tame.

They have their own minds.

They see things differently.

Do things differently.

And they’re not serious by the way.

They work with 10% corporate discipline, 40% God knows what and 50% combination of commonsense and sense of humor.

They’re not afraid to lose their jobs.

They have very little care about money.

But once they find you unworthy of their talents,

They’re not afraid to bid you goodbye.

So, if you’re not ready to take the leap.

If you’re not ready to make a change.

If you’re not ready to grow.

If you’re not ready to soar.

If you lack the highest form of sensibility.

If you’re not ready to really succeed…

Then, never hire a free-spirit.

She

She’s got that look of a sophisticated woman.

She handles herself very well.

She speaks with such smoothness one can only find in silk.

She laughs.

She pleases.

She deals with a lot of people and always makes sure she gets what she wants.

Everyone thinks she’s perfect.

-she makes sure everyone will think that way.

But then, she never knew me. –she didn’t expect she’d fail with me.

She smiles. But her eyes were shallow.

It might have that glow before. –but I wasn’t fortunate to see it now.

Her smooth talks caught me for quite some time.

But at some point, she sang out of tune.

She failed to hit the notes. She missed connecting the dots.

And I just can’t help myself.

A looked deeper… through her eyes. –she didn’t know I saw her.

She talked. – I didn’t just listen, I absorbed every word.

She didn’t know I have ears. –and that I take words as breakfast.

She tried to make me believe everything she said.

But I’ve seen enough. Heard enough. Felt enough.

She failed.

And she didn’t like the feeling that someone like me saw right through her.

I asked her if we can grab a coffee somewhere.

I wanted to tell her what I saw. -I wanted to tell her that it's okay.
that if she'd just let herself free, there's a greater chance of
her getting better. -and that she need not to hide.

But she declined my invitation.

-she was afraid of what I’ll say.

She was afraid that someone finally knew her nakedness.

Her weak spot.

She was afraid that someone finally saw what she’s been trying to hide for so long.

-she worked so hard to hide it. Because she doesn’t want people to see.

All her stories were filled of her name.

How she's doing lots of things “to help” others.

How she looks for every opportunity to extend her “generous hands”.

How her heart pours out to those who are helpless.

She is working hard. – So people would applaud her. Admire her. Envy her.

Because that’s the only thing she could do to feel that she’s still beautiful. Powerful. In control.

She failed.

She makes sure her hair is always smooth. -No one touches them but her.

She put on those pretty dresses. -Everyone notices. But what she’s really yearning for is someone who would love to take them off at night. In bed. And dream of her until the morning breaks.

She got those polished pointed shoes. -Her feet inside were dry.

She works all day. -She didn’t know her son missed his lunch.

She works all night. -Because her husband doesn’t touch her anymore. His hands still has that other girl’s perfume. She hates him. But she couldn’t leave. She can’t remember how orgasm feels like.

She couldn’t leave him because of their children. – Children who doesn’t see her as a mother anymore.

She couldn’t leave him because she doesn’t want people to see she failed achieving her fairy tale.

She couldn’t leave the man she hates and who doesn’t love her anymore. –because she cares for the name, more than anything.

She wouldn’t let go of her pride.

She’d rather suffer living her miserable life because she can’t afford to fail.

She keeps on wanting to achieve things. –she knows they can’t help her get her husband back. But at least, achievements can cover the wounds.

But she can’t get her mind off her failures. –so she kept on failing. One step after another. Failing.

She doesn’t want to accept defeat.

Her ego is what keeps her alive.

She will keep controlling people around her. –that’s her only way to feel strong.

She’ll keep on fighting until the very end. –pretending her heart is pure. Hiding her wounds.

The day ends. She goes home. She ate out and brought pizza for her kids for dinner. She doesn’t cook because she’s afraid it would taste as bitter as her wounds.

The man of the house came home. Asked the kids how their day was.

She wanted to tell him how hers went. –but he went straight upstairs. He didn’t even look at her.

She asked him if he had dinner. He plainly said “I’m done.”

She heard him make a phone call. He spoke in a very low voice.

She heard him say “see you tomorrow.” –at least he has something to look forward to.

She combed her hair. Looking at her shallow eyes in the mirror.

She remember how they’d glow. –it was a long time ago.

It’s night time. She makes a late night call. “Do this… Blah-blah.”

She lay in bed at night. Beside her was a man she called husband once. She stays awake.

With fear of having her reality as a dream. Her heart wants to burst. She lays beside the man she hates.

She didn’t know what’s next. –she said yes to everything because she didn’t understand anything at all.

She was blinded by her ego to stay alive.-and on top of things.

She doesn’t have anyone to talk to. –because she can’t let anyone know she failed.

It’s 3 A.M.

She’s tired. Her eyes started to close.

Beside her lay a man who doesn’t love her. Doesn’t want her anymore.

He whispered a name. –it wasn’t hers.

She slept. She needs strength to survive her show tomorrow. 

ANG BUHAY NG LANGGAM. BOW.

Noong unang panahon, sa malaking lumapain ng Halandia,

Lupang pangako ng mga langgam na puti, may hinirang na pambihirang inang reyna.

Hindi batid ng buong ka-langgaman kung saan nagmula ang reyna…

Ayon sa kanya, sya ay nagmula sa katas-taasang lugar ng Matipunong Lupang Lalaki, kung saan niya nalinang ang kakayahang mamumo.

Tuwang-tuwa ang buong ka-langgaman dahil saw akas ay nabiyayaan sila ng inang reynang ubod ng talino.

Sa kaharian, nagumpisang magbigay ng tungkulin ang ingang reyna…

Inang Reyna: Langgam, ikaw ang nais kong maging taga-habi ng ating mga kasuotan.

Langgem, ikaw naman ang magiging taga-pangasiwa sa mga itlog sa narseri.

Langgim, ikaw naman ang aking taga-hatid-sulat sa ibang kaharian.

Langgom, ikaw ang aking sundalo. Ikaw ang haharap sa anumang banta ng panganib.

Langgum, ikaw ang aking ingat-yaman.

Masaya ang lahat sa kanilang mga tungkulin. Sobrang excited si Langgem dahil mahilig sya sa mga baby na langgamito.

Langgum: “Sobrang saya ko, dahil saw akas ay mabibigyang saysay ko na ang aking inaral ng napahabang panahon!”

Langgom: “Ako rin… saw akas ay mapapakinabangan ko na ang mga muscles ko.”

Langgam: “Anong kulay ng kasuotan ang nais ninyong suotin?”

Langgem: “nais ko ay kulay bughaw na tulad ng sa langit… dahil yun ay tamang kulay sa mata ng mga langgamito.”

Masayang natapos ang gabi at mahimbing na natulog ang lahat…

Kinabukasan…

Inang Reyna: “Langgam, nais kong pumunta ka sa kaharian ni Haring Dyali-Bee upang i-renew and ating Peace Agreement.”

Langgam: “Inang reyna, hindi ko po alam kung saan ang kaharian ng mga bubuyog… at hindi po ako marunong magsalita ng Dyali-Dyali.”

Inang Reyna: “Basta! Pumunta ka roon at sundin ang inutos ko.”

Langgam: “nasaan po ba si Langgim? Marahil ay maari nya akong tulungan?”

Inang Reyna: “Si Langgim ay nasa narseri. Nagaalaga ng mga langgamito.”

Langgam: “PO? Hindi ba’t si Langgem ang dapat nangangasiwa noon?”

Inang Reyna: “Si Langgem ay ipinadala ko sa Giyera sa timog kung saan nanggugulo ang mga Beetle. “ (Ano bang tagalog ng beetle?)…

Langgam: “Po? Ngunit mabait na nars si Langgem. Hindi po sya pandigma na tulad ni Langgom.”

Inang Reyna: “Si Langgom ay pinapunta ko sa Kaharian ni Thumbelina upang itanong kung saan sya nagpa-rebond. Gusto ko yung straight hair ni Thumbelina ngayon. Ang lakas maka-Sam Pinto ng dating. At yung bangs nyang parang sa isang bata duns a Team Kramer.”

Langgam: “Pano poi to? Hindi kop o alam ang aking gagawin… pero sige po, susubukan ko. Meron nap o bang liham na aking ihahatid?”

Inang Reyna: “Wala ata…? Gumawa ka nalang.”

Teka, wla pala tayong tinta. Sumisid ka muna sa dagat pasipiko at humingi ng tinta kay Haring Pusit.”

Langgam: “Ngunit Inang Reyna, wala na pong libre sa panahon ngayon. Maari ppo ba akong humingi ng cash kay Langgum?”

Inang Reyna: “Wala si Langgum. Pinapunta ko sya sa aking tunay na tirahan upang labhan ang kabundok kong mga gown.”

Kinagabihan…

Umuwing pilay si Langgam dahil tinorture sya sa Kaharian ni Haring Dyali-Bee dahil hindi sya marunong magsalita ng Dyali-Dyali.

Si Langgem ay pumanaw sa battle field sa dahilang wala syang dalang sandata ng ipina-dala sya sa giyera sa timog.

Si Langgim ay kinain ng buhay ng mga Langgamito dahil kulay pula ang kanyang suot. Bawal ang red sa narseri. Bad color.

Si Langgom ay isa nang parlorista. Career shift.

At si Langgum ay naputulan ng legs sa dami ng gown na nilabhan.

Hindi na sya makakahawak ng calculator magpakailanman.

Hindi naglaon ay bumagsak ang buong Kalanggaman dahil hindi nagawa ng bawat isa ang kanilang mga tungkulin dulot ng kaguluhan.

Napag-alamang si Inang Reyna pala ay Tutubi at nagcostume lang bilang Kalanggaman.

Moral Lesson: Kumain ng tanghalian sa tamang oras.

Ang Lunch Hour ay 12:00 PM to 1PM.

Isang oras ang lunch break. HINDI 30 minutes.