A FEAST, REALLY

More than just being a death or birth day celebration of saints in my country, feasts are celebrated to acknowledge a bountiful year, may it be for business, harvest or for personal reasons.

After my short stint in the media world last year, a low-cost housing developer hired me to be their Events Officer (someone who handles corporate and community events). I like this job, but honestly, it has also been my escape boat from a burning castle. I need to find a replacement for the job I resigned to.

A feast requires preparation for it to live by its name. The way local folks in my town prepare for such an occasion is by cooking the best kept family recipes with all the finest ingredients and spices.

I thought my 2-year experience as marketing assistant in a company (Events Officer post is part of the Marketing) is a sufficient preparation for the feast I chose to celebrate. But unfortunately, it’s not. The nature of the products I’m trying to market this time are miles different from the product I’ve been trying to sell for more than two years.

 With a different environment and work load, I tried my best to pull out the rabbit on the magic hat. Surprisingly, or better if I say, with lots of effort, I did managed to execute minor and large events.

When the time came my partner, which is the Public Relations Officer, resigned, I have to fill her post and handle two position but getting paid for one. Yes, please take me to Luneta and kill me for this martyrdom.

The preparation for this feast was hell, I may had my hand cut, burned my fingers, or went broke, but will all due fairness to my audience, it was all worth it. Actually I consider this Feast to be my I-learned-a-lot job yet.

The tradition is kept; the finest ingredients were smoked out, and many people are full—so what’s left to do? Call the party off, but this time around, there will no feast for the next year anymore.

Yes, I chose to end my 8-month Marketing career to give way to an old but at the same time new career, yes, I’m so back in the media world.

The feast, including its preparation, actual execution, and its rituals, almost drove me crazy. But nevertheless, it’s still something that when I look back at it, I’ll smile. Because whatever the outcome is, feasts will always be something to celebrate, personally, and in this case, professionally. 

 Memories from the FEAST 

Goofing around with the dancer's costume for an event :) Just my 3rd day, and just got a 30-minute sleep for the whole day :( :)

the POWER TEAM, as many will agree upon :)

TKO SALES RALLY, my first major event :)

Still at TKO SALES RALLY :)

Team Building :)

Team Building :)

Virtual birthday greeting for our ex-officemate that time :)

My frienemy, my twin, my Supervisor :)

with my Supervisor in one of our sister company's major event :)

Birthday surprise for Kuya Nerwin :)

Our themed-saturday, this time, it's TRAVEL SHIRT :)

Best wishes Mr. and Mrs. Lacson :)

still at Mr and Mrs. Lacson's wedding :)

My birthday gift from colleagues, and my first ever birthday cake from office mates :)