rants, raves and randomness
Don’t get me wrong. I love the Philippines : it’s inevitable not to love my own country. Whether or not I conform to the general Philippine culture or rebelled against it, it shaped me into the person I am now. My family and friends are all in the archipelago. But for me, the Philippines should be more of a vacation spot than a place to earn a living. You know, that once or twice a year thing you want to escape to when it’s 2 degrees outside?
But why? You may ask.
Here’s the mrt queue. Enough said.
So take a cab, you say? But the cab drivers make it their mission and vision to rip customers off.
I have had numerous encounters with cab drivers all over Metro Manila. I am probably the most unfortunate cab passenger there is in the metro. From being overcharged to almost getting assaulted–name it and I’ve experienced it. My friends actually aren’t surprised anymore everytime they read a Facebook post from me sharing another cab incident. They have gotten so used to it that seeing another cab post from me isn’t new anymore. My sister, on the other hand, already declared that she will never take public transportation with me, fearing that she would also get into trouble because of my misfortunes. But since I am a person, who just lets things pass after a day of ranting and cussing because of these cabs, I just forget about them. I am still alive anyway and my life, among other things, is what I am more concerned about. By Kei Contreras. < http://www.scubaboard.com/forums/archive/index.php/t-392814.html >
So you try to forego that as much as you can, thank you very much and drive. What is supposed to be a 10 minute drive takes an hour.
And wait, just when you’re about to turn right, barely 200 meters from your destination, the jeep ahead of you stops, causing you to hit on the break. And while your own passengers are thankful for the invention of seat belts, you watch in annoyance as the jeep starts unloading fifteen passengers. You fume and start tapping at the steering wheel, wondering if you should honk. Yes honk away. The jeepney driver gives you an evil stare as if it was your fault!
Sounds familiar? Imagine if I have to bear with the traffic every working day of my life! And before you think I am just a serious example of impatient, think again :
Several studies have found that apart from the stressors at work, we suffer greatly due to elements of the daily grind that are beyond our control, such as interruptions, traffic jams, missing the bus, smog, and noisy or flickering florescent lights. The very agitation and muscle tension that enable quick, lifesaving movement in the wild can lead to frustration and backache in the modern world. Fight or flight was never intended to address 6:30 am wake-up calls or the long commute to a dead-end job. Because we can’t recover with time, these continuous low- grade stressors can actually deteriorate health to a greater extent than infrequent calamities like getting fired or going through a divorce. When it comes to lack of control, often the devil is indeed in the details. (Iyengar, Sheena. The Art of Choosing.New York: Hachette Book Group,2010.15. Print.)
A study by Daniel Kahneman and colleagues found that commuting is by far the most unpleasant part of the average person’s day, and spending even an extra 20 minutes in transit is one-fifth as harmful to your well-being as losing your job. (Iyengar, Sheena. The Art of Choosing.New York: Hachette Book Group,2010.133. Print.)
Aha. So it’s not me. It’s actually normal to feel stressed when one is not in control. Yes, the Philippines stresses me out. So I’d rather go for a vacay alone, where time is not of the ultimate essence and I can just retreat to the lazy beach town of Baler.
At the very least, the waterfalls don’t clock-in your arrival. The waves continue to roll. You tell your latecomer friends – namely, most of them – that if they want to catch a glimpse of you, they better get their fat asses to Baler.
So, unpredictability in everyday life = more stress… understandable. What else?
Second thing I can’t take : the (lack of) transparency of the jobs. What are you actually signing up for?
In the Philippines, the publishing of salary on the job ads– which is a big factor for us poor folks- is at the discretion of the company. I’ve gone through the job hiring process more than once – heck more than I can count with my fingers. I was bewildered that
a)recruiters don’t read the forms they ask you to fill up or
b)they assume that you will sell yourself short.
I’ve been handed a job offer more than once a couple of times where the offer was much, much less than I was demanding. God, didn’t you read my demand on the form? You’re offering to pay half of what I am getting now! You should have told me from the very beginning so I could have had a wax instead. But no. I spent the whole afternoon for this! This! It all could have been much easier (and fairer) if they published the salary . In Japan, they publish everything. I don’t know if this is by law, but it makes deciding on which job to apply for easier. During the interview, it is not a taboo to ask how much you are going to get paid – in fact, it is the employer’s obligation to inform you so you can make informed decisions. Why? Because majority of us work to make some money, we don’t work out of the generosity of our hearts, and Japanese /American employers understand that. In the Philippines, they refused to answer my question about salary during the interview process. It’s a secret we can’t divulge! The norm is : you waste my time, I waste yours.
Lastly, another reason is the withholding tax in the two countries. The best way to illustrate my point is to use my actual payslips with almost the same amount of gross pay. Here they are :
Granted, I was working part-time with another source of income and that I was (and still am) a “dependent” of my husband here in Japan. Still, looking at the amount of taxes I paid in the Philippines and seeing the pathetic state of our roads and the airports, I can’t help but feel enraged. It’s no different from philandering husband who doesn’t treat me right taking almost 1/4 of my income. While I break my back working, the ungrateful husband embarks on the road to self-destruction, debauchery and corruption. So I leave you Philippines, not only for greener pastures, but for a new, foreign husband who loves me and treats me right. I will continue to love you from a distance and visit you from time to time, such is fate, but I will do my best not to pay as much taxes as I have to. For what? For her? So she can shop and throw parties?
(Image taken from this website )