Tuesday, March 18, 2003

Bazooka Fortune: Take time to make a quick decision.

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Today I learned so many things.

Number one: if the building you need to go to is the tallest building in the country, chances are they have their own parking space, you might want to check that out first.

Number two: if you must park outside a building, do not enter the first pay parking area that you see. Chances are, they’re too crowded. If you don’t want to take the chance of scratching your car through inexpert maneuvering, don’t even bother squeezing the thing. It’s not worth it.

Number three: Don’t believe the “Reserve Parking” sign.

Number four: Better park your vehicle in RCBC plaza, rather than outside if you think you’ll only stay for three hours. The rates are the same. They’re safer. And it’s less traumatizing.

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It was an insurance company. In fairness, it was the first company where I’ve been treated with a smile as I entered the door. Everyone was so nice, and so likeable.

As soon as we seated ourselves, a lady gave us math exams to be answered for two and a half minutes. The questions were easier compared to my past experiences. But you see, I barely passed high school math. So you would understand that I really felt stupid when I couldn’t answer 72/6.

Then they gave us a 15-minute video presentation. About planting a seedling of a vision and then slowly going into a tree realization. Showed figures that I could not understand. And pretty much described how their company started in Japan. They even got their founder to talk in that presentation. Honestly, I could not find the connection of me sitting there, sleepily, and how they’re doing in another county.

Then there was the guy who came from another prominent university. He looked like my professor in Humanities, and I thought he was also gay. He also reminded me of my cute classmate who dances to the music of Simply Red.

Anyways, he made us introduce ourselves and then he made it a point that he remembered our names.

This guy kept on telling us how rich he is. But before he got rich, his family was richer. And then something bad happened to his father. And he didin’t have a life insurance. So they got poor (I think they think they can still eat three times a day. They just couldn’t handle the embarrassment of having to sell the Monet).

And then, his two older sisters worked so hard so they can be rich again. Then tragedy struck again. His two sisters died in a car accident. But this time they had life insurance. So all the mortgages were paid. Hospital bills, funeral bills, the works were paid. They were also thankful because these two sisters were helping them beyond their graves.

It was actually a very touching sob story… I thought I heard my seatmate stifling a cry. Wanted to offer her my tissue, but I thought maybe she just wanted to show how she sympathizes with him, and then he’ll hire her on the spot. And I’ll probably do more damage than help her. So I let her eyes remain misty.

And then this guy, kept on telling us that he’s rich and that he doesn’t need the money. That he’s doing this because he loved the job so much.

Then he also kept on repeating a double figure amount that is the average earnings of their life planners per month. Sometimes, an individual can even hit a quarter of a million deal.

Now, at this time, I’ve been weighing my options in career path. Do I want to get rich? Or do I want a sense of fulfillment? Then, I thought, maybe when I’m rich, I could buy self-fulfillment.

Then I remember what my tatay kept on telling me lately… Never trust promises that guarantee easy money. Work your way to the top, and you’ll get there in time.

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There are a lot of people who enjoys selling insurance. After today, I have greater respect for these agents. But I don’t think I would like to join their workforce anytime soon…

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