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Wish me luck…
Yesterday I went to Makati to submit my resume at UN (not the avenue, the organization) office. My filthy bag was checked by the guards upon entering the building and I was instructed to register at the lobby to get my ID pass which has the bar code for the UN office doors. After filling out some information on the registration sheet, the receptionist immediately made a call to the UN office saying that I was coming. It’s on the 30th floor. The pressure was tingling on my ears as looked at the buttons of the elevator. And then the door opened up and I saw two security guards standing perpendicular to the mirror-like floor. There were two gateways for entrance and one for exit –both have scanner, and an ergonomic conveyor X-ray scanner for the luggage. It felt that I was going to an airport with their high security system. The guards asked about the intent for coming and with my purpose, the guard escorted me to the door. I placed my ID on the bar code reader and the door opened up. The office was very tidy and quiet with pictures and paintings of children nailed on the plain, white wall. I walked absently to the left wing of the office wherein there’s a glass window. There were few people present on the office; three – the number of persons I saw. I hushed against the circle hub of the glass window and a friendly-looking 30-something lady responded to me. I told her that I am volunteering to any sub-organization of UN. She told me about the UNICEF, UNAIDS, and FAO. After a short talk, I handled over my resume to her and I bid goodbye with great hope ushering on my heart.
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I am really excited to work or to volunteer under the UN organization, it’s actually a dream. Volunteer work reminds me of my college life experiences as a Social Science researcher. It was on my freshman year that I decided to work in exchange for a scholarship endowment. The experience was really remarkable plus the additional allowance on every on-filed research, he he he. My most memorable experience was when I had a research about the landfills and trash scavengers. I had a mini-voice recorder,a pen and paper in my data gathering for a week direct exposure. The contact was under the crisp of sunshine and foul-smelling atmosphere; corresponding on top of a 5-foot landfill. The experience was really life-changing and it definitely gave a new purpose in my life, that’s why I went to UN yesterday to actualize a part of that purpose.
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