Okay, so I thought it’s about time I write something like this.
The Philippine government has been dominating (yet again, or as always?) national (and some international) headlines as of late.
And then there’s the privileged kin of the corrupt
It is also not a secret that more and more citizens are calling for a proper clean up of government offices. Heck, even a radio jock’s sarcastic banter was taken so personally that these corrupt officials buried themselves in deeper shit.
All of these are frustrating (and entertaining, to a fault) because I work for government. So when people say those who work in government should burn in hell or die or off themselves, I cannot help but be affected by it.
In the past, if you asked me when I was in college, I would never have dreamed of working for a government institution. 13 months of hardcore management training and a renewed appreciation of good governance, especially for countryside development, changed that. I have been in government service for almost 5 years now.
And these corrupt fucktards are making me regret my decision.
To be honest, when I see those criticisms posted on my Facebook wall — BY THE BEST OF MY FRIENDS AND COLLEAGUES NO LESS — I just ignore them. I have never stolen or coveted or pocketed a single penny. But if I will be persecuted by the number of Post It flags that I took home, I will be guilty of it — all 12 of those.
I come to work as early 7:30 in the morning. I work till 5. There was an entire year that I would also come in Saturdays, because the work has become so burdensome that it no longer fits the regular 40-hour work week. And I am the “lazy” one because I have seen my officemates; some of them stay at work for so long, their love and social lives have turned moot and academic.
I diligently observe the No Lunch Break law. My department makes sure that there’s always someone manning the phones and addressing inquiries. My boss and I take turns in official travels because there has to be an officer left in our department to handle official matters. Our small team of 4 handles the ATM network of our bank, all 300+ deployed nationwide, including the hundreds of thousands of cards and the hundreds more ATMs to be deployed within the year.
We made RA 9184 our bible. We follow it to a T. We are the mainstayers of the Bids and Awards Committee meetings because our acquisitions are always expensive and high profile.
We love being audited. How else can we see our errors? How else can we find ways to correct them? If there’s no one patient enough to play the role of the devil’s advocate, how can our projections be fair and impartial?
We serve well. I serve well. And apparently, I should eat my friend’s shorts, kiss their rear and suck stuff (among others).
I worked ceaselessly for three years to afford a Paris trip and the first thing that welcomes me when I get home is a Facebook message from a (former) friend, asking if I enjoyed burning his taxes in Champs Elysees.
It makes me so angry. The corrupt politicians are ruining it for all of us! They’re ruining it for the account officer that deserves that performance bonus. They’re ruining it for the janitor that stays extra late to clean the halls. They’re ruining it for the security guard that does not charge his extended hours as he waits for his reliever.
Corruption is ruining it for the employees and other government officials that travel and leave their families — sometimes, for weeks — while they conduct research, close accounts, guide investors, and bring in the money for their institution.
They’re ruining it for the traders, the treasury people that gain the biggest in the stock market and remit 100% of their earnings to the Philippine government.
They’re ruining it for the government institutions that supports scholars, the impoverished, the entrepreneurs, rural banks, schools, highways, farm to market roads, ROROs, and all the other things simple government workers cannot even brag about BECAUSE A HANDFUL STOLE SO MUCH.
It pains to be in the service of people who have become ungrateful. And you cannot blame the Filipino people for feeling that way. We feel that way because WE GET TAXED TOO. THEY STOLE OUR TAX MONEY TOO. THEY DID US WRONG TOO. US. THE ASSISTANT MANAGERS. THE MANAGERS. THE RANK AND FILE. THE JANITOR. THE MANANG. THE GUARDS. THE TELLER. THE DRIVER. THEY STOLE FROM US TOO. THOSE ARE OUR MONEY TOO.
So I guess I’m just venting here. Because it’s hard to be in government service. Because they make government service look bad. So if the time comes when we leave and move on with our lives — migrate, retire, marry and settle down at home — who will replace us? Who will do the hard work? Who will do the research? These people have demonized the posts that we hold at severe rates that NO ONE WOULD WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED BY IT.
Because of the handful corrupt, we are antagonized. And if we get tired of being the “enemy”, when we get tired of being “thieves” and move out of our offices and into private practice, who do you think will run the paperwork? The research? The leg work?
Because if we won’t do it, who would want to?
I don’t have to defend myself to you. Even if you keep saying I am not qualified for the position I hold. Even if you mock my past work experiences. Even when you constantly disparage my character in public, never mind that I am within earshot. Your insecurity brought you there.
But I won’t pass up the opportunity to nail you solid in that position.
If it wasn’t for my TV show stint, I would not have appreciated actual physical and mental hard work. Because unlike you, I was cut in half by making 80 cups of coffee in different personal mugs with different sugar/cream requirements. Unlike you, I was taught that if the utility boy cannot lift that 10k cable to the van for the next shoot location, you have to lift that. Unlike you, I learned labor. Actual hard labor. And rose to the expectation of churning out literature before the 13-hour workday ends. Unlike you.
Unlike you, I passed one of the country’s most prestigious management training programs. Because unlike you, that company left their biases and prejudices at the door. Unlike you, they chose to hone me as an individual who wishes to learn. Unlike you, I am humble enough to admit I do not know it all. Unlike you.
If it wasn’t for my religious beliefs, I would have not exerted the effort in understanding your constant need for praise and attention. I would have recommended a psychiatrist to visit your home as you badly need one. That on top of Diazepam and a concoction of hypnotics, because I think you just need to rest your mind from the rumors you’ve been spreading.
Thank God I believe in him enough to not worry about your effect on me. Because you have no effect on me. Because you do not matter to me.
Unlike me to you.
There has been a lot of hostility as of late. It has exceeded even the expectations I’ve set for myself as I entered into government service. Stumbling upon this infographic, I believe it is high time to remind ourselves of the code values for proper business ethics.
It is always sad when these values are lost as we try to fix things and make status quo better. However, harsh words, being mean and straight-up disrespect will never get you the results you need in the first place.
Just a thought. Because we could all use a good reminder.