How to ACE your next interview

My best advice to anyone who will undergo an interview is: Feign confidence to gain confidence. That is what I tell my friends when they are about to have that dream meeting and they begin to doubt themselves. To be more definite, I will lay out the steps on how I aced mine.

Number 1, prepare. Preparation is key, as they say, but no one can ever be prepared when it comes to job interviews. The first thing you should do, however, is to know whether you are required to wear a formal, semi-formal, or smart casual attire. You have to look as proper as you can for this day. Secondly, ask the person who emailed or called or texted you what the interviewer’s name is. Ask if they are a panel and if they are, ask how many members there are in that panel, and then ask for their names.

After acquiring their name or names, research about them. Your ultimate resource is right at your fingertips — the internet. Find out where they studied in college. Learn about where they lived. Discover their previous jobs and what their positions were. When you have all these information, you will feel comfortable knowing that these managers were once at your level. That they had these odd jobs. That they had to work hard to obtain the level that they are currently in. I remember how big their eyes got when I told them one by one where they grew up, what their degrees were, and where they graduated from. I certaintly made a positive impression there.

Number 2, Google for possible interview questions. These people are ruthless and they come at you with rapid fire questions that will catch you off-guard. But if you have an idea about what their next questions will be, you will have enough ammunition to counter attack and impress them with your wit and confidence. In 2012, I printed out 30 possible questions they might ask me as well as 30 possible questions I will ask them once the inteview ends. I answered each one of them handwritten so that I will never forget. And read them again and again days before the inteview date.

Number 3, once you have familiarized yourself with the possible questions, simulate the interview. Whether you face the mirror, or record yourself, or ask someone to practice the interview with you, it is imperative that you see how you look when you answer these items. You have to be conscious about your posture and facial expressions. As I said earlier, these people are ruthless and they watch you like how an eagle watches its prey. You have to make eye contact and your voice must be stern so that every word you say will make an impact to the interviewer.

Finally, smile. A smile goes a long way. Smile to the security guard when he lets you in. Smile to the other candidates as you wait outside the office. Smile to the secretary when she calls your name. Smile to the panel when they ask you to sit down. Studies have shown that smiling can reduce stress and being in an interview can be one of the most stressful times in a job hunter’s life. So smile and be confident.

Good luck!

Let me know if these tips have helped you. I can be reached on Twitter (www.twitter.com/eldzgineer) and Instagram (www.instagram.com/eldzgineer).

PS. The only question that mattered to me most but was very difficult to ask was, “When do I start?” Believe it or not, they gave me a date. I did this to my current job and the one before this and was successful. So, if you are truly confident, shoot your shot!

Love and Regrets

If I were to choose between watching a movie or reading a book, I will always choose reading a book. I get to check my feelings. And most especially, I rarely don’t get into the shoes of the character.

Here is a story about a girl who took for granted the love that she had from her boyfriend.

“Love and Regrets”

REMINDER:
Sa tanang BABAYI (apil na pud laki) nga makabasa ani: ug nakit-an na ninyo ang laki(bayi) nga gihigugma mo UNCONDITIONALLY, ayaw na buhii, ayaw sayangi, mintras sayo pa KNOW TO APPRECIATE, LEARN TO GIVE VALUE, ayaw ninyo paabota nga ulahi na ang tanan ug lahi na ang iyang KALIBUTAN.

Call me Joan, 25 from Cebu , my boyfriend (call him Chuckie, his fave drink) is my kuya2x wayback then kay pareha mi’g school sa elementary and our parents were like BFFs mobisita sila sa amoa occasionally, pagka-highschool ug college lahi2x nami’g school until (to cut the story short) nagkauyab mi on my 4th year in college July 25,2011, siya kay maestro na (college instructor in Mathematics) ug ga-manage2x pud sa ilang family business, my first official boyfriend (official kay sauna naa ko’y mura’g nauyab nga murag dili).

My family loves him so much, kay ihatud ko niya sa balay after sa akong class, magdala ug food, mag-storya2x sa sila sa akong mama ug papa, close kayo sila sa akong manghud nga laki, in short, everything is perfect, asta pud sa iya family, pinangga kayo ko sa iyang mama ug papa asta sa iyang mga ate, hapit na lang baby-hon ko nila.

After graduation, nakatrabaho na dayun ko, pero I’m not happy. Dili ko ganahan sa kurso nga ako nahuman (Business Administration)kay dili jud mao akong linya, napugos rako ug padayun kay dugay ko kagraduate ug mo-shift pako. Akong giingnan si Chuckie about sa akong plano nga mo take ug Crash course sa Teacher education, he was ever supportive, iya ko gipangitaan ug school nga pwede ko makakuha ug units nga makatake dayun ko sa LET after a sem or two. So mao to, while ga-work ko niskwela ko. Hatud-kuha ko niya sa work, after sa amo work (siya sa school) we’ve travel almost an hour para makaskwela ko, layo ang school, magdala na syag pagkaon nako para di ko magutman, maghulat sya nako sa sakyanan until 9:00PM nga dismissal namo, everyday ingon ana among routine. Wala ko’y bisan gamay nga reklamo nga nadungog gikan niya. Pero ako? Reklamador kaayo. Maglagot ko ug inig human sa klase nga makatulog sya sa sakyanan kay di ko kasulod dayun, magyawyaw ko, ako syang singkahan ug mangutana sya’g naunsa ko, mohilom ra sya, ingnon rakog “sakto na, katulog lang sa diha” while gabyahi mi pauli. Mura lang bitaw nako ug gitake for granted ang tanan niyang effort, murag nahimo syang “normal” para nako, “nothing extraordinary”, I call him insensitive, immature, wala’y common sense, ug uban pa’ng makasakit nga storya, pero naa ra gihapon sya nako, bilib ko kay di gyud sya kapuyon nako, jud sya nibiya nako. Wala jud sya gabinuang namo.

FF, nahuman nagyud nako ang Crash Course, I took the LET and he was the first person nga nagbalita nako nga nakapasar ko, he was the happiest and proudest boyfriend. I applied for a teaching position in a private school, I was hired. Like the usual, hatud-sundo gihapon ko niya, every day pabalunan kog food, every lunch break kuhaon gyud ko niya para dungan mig paniudto, but I was like “normal ra, nothing extraordinary”. Everyday sweet morning and goodnight messages ako madawat, ako halos “k” nalang ang itubag, but he never complain, he never stopped. We don’t celebrate monthsaries, but ANNIVERSARIES YES, a BIG YES, effort kayo sya, daghan gud mag-ingon namo nga KASAL nalay kulang perfect kaayo mi (actually nagplano na sya nga magpaksal mi after our 2nd anniv.). Ug mag-anniversary mi mura’g naay birthday magpa-cater pa jud, magcelebrate mi with family and close friends.

FF
And then this very unexpected thing happen, I fell inlove with a co-teacher. I don’t know if that was love. Kani si T (T for Teacher), months pa lang mi gaila sa akong gitrabahuan sa Elemntary Dept. ni sya. Sige sya ug paramdam bisan kabalo syang naa koy uyab hangtud kadugayn nahulog gyud ko, paminaw man gud nako exciting ug siya ako kauban ug sige kog katawa, ang naa sa akong huna2x di gyud mi magdugay ni Chukie kay sige ko’g malagot niya lately. I was that unfair.

FF.
One night paghatud ni Chuckie nako sa balay, ako syang gisultihan nga “ Last nani,I fell out of love, dili nako, sakto na, kapoy naman, balik2x ra ta ani kada-adlaw, please buhii nako”. Wala ko katuo sa iyang gibuhat pero niluhod jud sya nako, gahilak, nagpakiluoy, iyang gigunitan akong kamot, gakurog sya bisan naa pami sa dalan gawas sa gate, ngutana sya ngano, unsa iyang nabuhat nga wa ko ganahi, unsa daw angay niya buhaton para di ko mobiya niya. Pero wala gyud ko gahi kaayo ko, nakigbulag ko niya sa walay insakto nga rason, mabaw ra kaayo, GISUM-OLAN ko (December 3, 2013). Nisulod nakos balay ug ako syang gibyaan gahilak. Sige syag tawag nako, ug text wa ko mitubag. Akong gi-off akong cellphone. Pagkaugma naa ra syas gawas sa amoa gahulat nako, absent k okay naa syas gawas, siya pud ning-absent kay ga-atang. Wa gyud nako gawsa hangtud nilakaw sya. Akong gialisdan akong sim but i never blocked him on facebook. Mag-sige gyud sya ug atang nako after school pero ni T nako mokuyog (actually nasuko ako parents ngano daw akong gibulagan si Chuckie unya nakauyab daw dayun ko atong T nga mailhan radaw sa nawong ang kabugoy). I know nga nasakitan kaayo sya ato pero akong gituyo para undangan napud ko niya. Days nilabay makit-an ra gihapon nako yang sakyanan sa gawas sa school, ug sa balay. Pero sa akong ka-walay batasan, wa gyud ko bisan makig-storya nalang unta ug tarung niya. Ug gasige namig kuyog ni T after ato.

January 25, 2014 (di ko kalimot aning adlawa sa akong tibuok kinabuhi), nag-atang sya gawas sa among balay, at around 9:00 siguro to, gihatud kong T, but si T wala kita niya. Niduol sya kay makig-storya, ako nalang pd gitagad para mahuman na siya. Mao ni among very short convo:

Chuckie: Jo, paminawa sa ko
Me: unsa man?
Chuckie: kumusta naka? Gimingaw kaayo ko nimo.
Me: Sakto na Chuck, malipayon nako.
Chuckie: Aw mao ba? (smile) maayo Jo, mao rana akong gusto mahibal-an gikan nimo nga nalipay ka (katuluon iyang luha gyud, namula sya kaayo) Mag-amping ka sige, sakto ra pud siguro ni kay kabalo kong wala naka nalipay nako, dawaton nako ni tanan bisan sakit, gusto ko malipay ka (nitulo gyud iyang luha maong nidungo sya kay mura syag naulaw) Mao ra to Jo, adto sa ko ha. I love you , hangtud-hangtud ni Jo. (he kissed me on my forehead, naschock ko pero ako nalang gipasagdan to, murag nibalik ang tanan, pagtalikod niya nitulo gyud akong luha)

Nisulod sya sa iyang sakyanan, nidungaw sya nako nismile nga gatulo ng luha dayun nisirbato ug nilakaw. Wala ko kasabot sa akong gibati, naguilty kaayo ko. Nisulod kos balay gahilak, nisulod gyud kos kwarto gabakho, nasakitan kaayo ko nakakita niya ganiha nga gahilak,bug-at kayo sa pamati, karon pa ko kita niya na-ingon ato. Ni-ring akong cellphone, nanawag si T wa gyud ko nitubag kay mura kog gilainan nako ug ni T, akong gi-off akong cellphone hangtud nakatulog kog hinilak. Jan. 26, 2014 5:49 AM, gipukaw ko sa akong mama, gahilak, duro ug panuktok sa kwarto, nataranta kaayo ko kay mura kog gialimungawan, basin giatake napud si Papa.

Mama: Jo, bangon sa. Jo, nanawag mama ni Chuckie
Me: Ha? Ngano man na Ma? (dali-dali abri sa purtahan)
Mama: Nadisgasya daw Chuckie, nabanggaan ug ten-wheeler iyang sakyanan, naa daw syas ospital run.
Me: hoy! Asa man ma? Kuyugi ko.(flashback tanang nahitabo gabie, gahilak gyud kog duro)

Galain nagyud akong huna2x, gahilak najud kos sakyanan asta si mama. Buto-buto gyud akong dughan. Pag-abot namo, diritso dayun mis Emergency room, pero wala na. Wala na sya, Dead on Arrival, dugmok iyang left nga paa, napuro gyud sya dugo. Kusog gyud to’g impact (nabangaan siya sa Truck while gapark sya nakatulog sa sakyanan, nawad-an ug preno ang truck ug 3 ka sakyanan na araro pero ag duha walay sulod). SUS! Hugno ko nakakita niya,nanindog akong balhibo, namugnaw kaayo ko nga nanginit, wa ko kasabot, wa koy laing tawo nakita, siya ra gyud. Duro kong hilak, ako naman syang pukawaun, dili na gyud sya momata, gigakos ko sa iyang mama. “Wala na si Chukie Jo” (wala nasuko iyang mama nako pero nabati nako ang kaguol kaayo). Mura ko’g mabuang, ni-flashback nako ang tanan tanan2x ug akong last mahinumduman ag gikissan ko niyas agtang. Pagkagabie gihaya na si Chuckie, dili gihapon ko katuo nga wala na sya, magtanga ko, maghilak, way gana mokaon, OFF akong cellphone, di ko gusto nay makastorya samot si T kay naguilty gyud ko kaayo. Wala man lang ko nakapasalamat sa tanan niyang gibuhat ug sakripisyo nako, wa man lang ko ka-ingon niya nga proud ko niya, wa man lang ko naka-appreciate sa tanan niyang kahago samtang gaskwela pa ko,wa man lang ko kapangumusta niya after sa tanan niyang paghulat nako. I’ve wasted so many times, so many moments, ive wasted his LOVE. Sayang, ug wa ko gaminaldita, malipayon unta kaayo mi run, ug wa ko ga-inOA makakita pa unta ko niya, hangtud karun gi-dala2x gihapon nako ang guilt feeling asta akong konsensya, akong gibasul akong kaugalingon, pero wala nakoy mahimo para mabalik sya, ulahi na kaayo ang tanan.

While naa kos haya,nahibal-an nalang nako nga naa diay uyab si T, iyang ka-batch sa college nga kaila pud diay ni Chuckie, gidungan mi niya, naburos pa jud. Niresign ko sa school, nananghid ko’g tarung, nakigbulag kong T, sugot man pud sya daun, way daghang storya. Perti gyud mobalos ning panahon sa?. Pero ang wala nako gikamahayan kay buros pud diay ko, dili si T ang amahan, si Chuckie (and I am 101% sure of that kay si Chu ckie ra gyuy bugtong laki nakahilabot nako), I am 12 weeks pregnant that time, nahibal-an namo sa haya ni chuckie kay nakuyapan ko. And on July 24, 2014, a day before our 3rd anniv.I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and I named him “Chuckie II”, I mean gisunod nako sa name sa iyang papa. Pinangga kaayo sya sa iyang mga lolos ug lolas asta sa mga titas ug tito. I can’t move on, and I won’t move on, Chuckie II for me is enough. Niya na galibot akong kinabuhi, nagwork napud ko balik karun sa usa ka public high school. As much as possible, tanang pagkulang nako kang Chuckie I sauna akong gihatag ni Chuckie II.

Chuckie,

I love you very much. I don’t have the guts to say SORRY to you because I know its not enough, I can’t even forgive myself, ug pwede pa lang ibalik ang panahon Chuck, kung kabalo pakong mahitabo ni, kung kabalo pa kong last na diay to, wala na unta tika buhii. Lisud kaayo, galisud pa jud ko hangtud karun, pero kayanon para sa imong Junior. Ayaw kabalaka, ako syang ampingan pareha sa imong pag-amping nako, inig moswkela na sya ako sya ihatud-kuha pareha sa imong gibuhat nako, magpataas ko sa akong pasensya pareha nimo, ug labaw sa tanan ako syang higugmaon pareho sa imong paghigugma nako. Salamat kaayo sa tanan. Till we meet again.

With so much love and regrets,
Joan

Source: https://www.facebook.com/uscconfessions.2015/posts/1837087029908449

A break from the routine

A free-spirited, timeless soul

For online freelancers or work from home professionals (whichever you want to call it) like me, there can be days when you would need to have a new environment to work in. Imagine having the same environment for work as your place for R&R? It generally works for me, but I would sometimes need to just escape the usual day to day routine.

We just recently relocated to an island in the Philippines, called Cebu. First thing that I had to make sure that’s working was my home office. It’s pretty simple, really. Setup your internet, have a desk, a small lamp, an electric outlet and just place your laptop on the desk. Voila! You have your home office.

So, going back to breaking your routine – which really matters, BTW, if you work remotely.

Being married with no kids, I am most of the time left at home while my…

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It’s mind boggling to realize that life is anything but difficult. I don’t know. I find my life utterly simple, however, there’s a big but in that. Even though it’s relatively simple, our greed, our plans, our minds make it difficult by wanting things that we don’t really need but are a necessity to carry on with life.

A house. A car. An education. An insurance. Whathaveyou. All these cost us so much, we can’t enjoy the present because we’re too scared for our future.

No, money is not the root of all evil. Nor is it the cause of all our problems. Money is a vehicle or a catalyst that, when properly used, can give us a bearable day-to-day living. Much like a train can bring us from point A to point B, money can bring us from a shirt from the thrift shop to a Lacoste.

But that’s just me.

My situation right now is giving me a cluttered mind and at the same time a clear sense of direction. I have one stable job and 3 jobs on the side. None of it has given me wealth nor peace of mind. Right now, I’m thinking what food I should buy for lunch that would leave me little change for later’s dinner.

It’s a race, man. It’s a race. I hope my frustration loses to the money I’m chasing.

Training and Review in Scaffold Erection and Inspection

It was on June 24 and 25 when J3 Trainers and Consultants, Inc. (J3TCI), in cooperation with Primary Structures Educational Foundation Cebu, held their first Training and Review in Scaffold Erection and Inspection in Cebu City.

The review was held in Cityscape Hotel Tower 2 with 22 registered participants.

The exam, erection, and inspection was held at the SKILLS Campus.

All of the participants got their hands dirty, their skin burnt all for the love of learning and proper installation of scaffolding.

They were divided into 4 groups, with 2 groups consisting of 5 and the other 2 with 6. They completed the erection of a 4 level scaffolding system with guard rails in about 5-6 hours, just in time before the heavy rains poured down.

After the assessment and oral exam, they were adviced by the SKILLS management to pick up their completed assessment forms after 4-5 days. The forms are required by TESDA when they apply as Scaffolding Erectors NCII.

With the conclusion of the training and review, tentatively on July 22, the participants are now qualified to take the Certified Scaffold Inspectors administered by the Construction Manpower Development Foundation (CMDF).

Good job and good luck!

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Terminal 2 Update in Photos

President Mayor, Can You Please.. 2nd Verse

I love how you don’t micromanage things. I love that you know your role and capacities above all else. Most of all, I love that you know whom to call to do the job you can’t.

You’re a breath of fresh air in this polluted world of politics. You show compassion to those who need it most and cruelty to those who’ve lost their ways with no intention of coming back. You make me proud. You make us proud to be Filipinos once more.

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With my frequent travels around the metro, you can’t believe how much sense you’re hearing from people who live their daily lives with meager income and unstable jobs. I’m very thankful that I have mine and sympathetic to those who don’t. I wish I could do much, but I can’t and I’m very hopeful that your brand of government can shake things up a bit.

Can you please include the betterment of our transportation system in your top 10 priorities? I said this in my previous blog and I’ll say it again: the urban planning in the Philippines is just full of BS. We failed to look at how the Philippines will be in a century, instead we’re looking at it just in the now. It’s like taking paracetamol for a disease, in lieu of going to the hospital to get rid of that disease for good.

I’ve played a lot of Sim City and the most important part in the development of a society is a perfect road system. You can’t bring goods to a city with a crappy road network. You’ll just bring investors down. Businessmen would rather go to places where their vehicles would not need repairs every now and then just for passing by a very rocky road.

The drainage system in Cebu is so awful, the heavy rains yesterday forced everyone to a halt. They couldn’t go home, they were wet, they were tired, and the metro looks like a city where Aquaman will be proud to live in. It was a ruckus. Heck, a very good friend had to stay with me for a night since she estimated that it would take three hours before she could ride a taxi from the airport. Yeah, it was that awful that taxis weren’t able to travel back to the airport.

Can you please take down the billboards in major cities? Honestly, I almost hit a car for staring at someone’s half nakedness while driving at 40kph.

Also, this is a hazard, a terrible one, especially in a country with almost 30 storms a year. Awful idea.