On a Crossroad, Again

Quo vadis viatorem?

Just when I thought I was settling into another mind-numbing rut, I suddenly found myself standing on another crossroad. Should I go left, or should I trust my gut instinct (which hasn’t worked all that well lately) and veer right?

I’m not sure exactly how I ended up in this situation again, because all I know is that — there I was, chugging along in my usual half-somnolent pace, when suddenly this chance to retrace my steps came up and I took it, all the while wondering what I would find. Had I been so much in a hurry in the past that I had failed to notice so many important things that could have materially changed my life? I’m still not sure about the answer to that question, but here I am again, contemplating which road to take.

So what brought this on? If I had to put a finger on it, I think this had something to do with that Craigslist writing job that I casually applied to last weekend. The job poster specifically asked for a native English speaker (NES) and asked for several writing samples. I didn’t think much of it then (I actually expected the poster to ignore my message for the most obvious reason — I’m not a native English speaker). So, imagine my surprise when I received a reply. Long story short, the poster said he couldn’t understand how an NES could write like I did. He ended up by asking how long ago I wrote those articles, which included several entries that I posted here at Treats & Treks.

After recovering from my surprise (followed by a string of mild oaths; yes, for some reason, his words felt like an insult wrapped in a compliment that didn’t even feel like one), I sent a polite noncommittal reply and added a short background for each of the blog articles that I had submitted. As exasperated as I was, I felt like I owed him that much at least. He eventually wrote back — without the snark this time — and gave me a link for the test and wished me luck. I supposed I could have completed that test, just to show him I could do the work, but by then I had lost all enthusiasm for the job. It also helped that I had an urgent deadline for three articles.

Another question that has been nagging me lately had something to do with this blog. I’ve been trying to make up my mind whether to pull the plug on Treats & Treks or keep it running for as long as I could. Let’s just say that this is where that backtracking has led me. I’m back on this crossroad, because this is one decision that I have put off long enough. Maybe it’s time for me to stop vacillating and look at those half-abandoned plans again. *fingers crossed*

I know. That sounds grand and awfully proactive, doesn’t it? But let’s wait and see where this leads. Stay tuned. 🙂

 

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Something Funny Happened at Seattle’s Best…

I needed a quiet place to finish a file (due in a few hours) so I dropped by at Seattle’s Best at MoA. It had a serene ambiance (far from the madding crowd), looked fairly quiet, and seemed like a nice spot to spend a few hours in.

After paying for my order, I settled at a table facing the walkway. Before long, I was deeply immersed in my work, and barely even looked up from my laptop screen. So, you can imagine my utter astonishment when this loud, jarring sound broke through.

It came from the direction of the main entrance, which faced the bay. Heads swiveled from all corners as startled patrons tried to focus on what caused the sound. After what seemed like a timeless pause, we saw — wait for it — that this sleepy-looking guy (in his 30s, I think) had walked (or rather, CRASHED) into Seattle’s Best glass door!

Apparently, the man did not realize that there was a glass wall separating Seattle’s Best from the outdoors and just walked in (or at least tried to) without breaking his stride. His momentum propelled him forward and the force of it made him bounce off the door and rattle the glass wall. For a moment there, he looked supremely alert and a look of utter astonishment settled on his face like a mask.

It was a scene right out of a comedy film or a cartoon feature. I could feel the laughter rippling through my throat, but I managed to gulp it back. Yes, it was pretty hilarious, but I also felt sympathy for the guy. If that had been me, I’d be probably hoping for the floor to swallow me up, and fervently wishing no one would remember my face while beating a hasty retreat from the scene.

Surprisingly, no one laughed. For a moment it seemed like we were all waiting for the first one to actually break the silence, but no one did! And despite the obvious pain he felt — as well as the slight damage to his dignity — the guy went on with his business. After claiming his coffee, he went out quietly.

Umm… it’s kind of crass for me to say this, but somebody did giggle uncontrollably the minute he was out of earshot. And before you start pointing fingers, nope it wasn’t me. By that time I had lost all my desire to laugh. (But I did laugh loudly when I got home and replayed the scene in my mind.)

Scaling the BELS Wall

BELSI have never been good at marking or recording career milestones, but this one feels like one of those odd moments that I need to post about before I get overtaken by events and it completely slips my mind.

During the course of my early start as a copyeditor, BELS (Board of Editors in the Life Sciences) certification was always one of those things that stood out like a giant landmark — a huge street sign emblazoned in bold letters — that looked imposing even from a distance. You could find a way to ignore it, but you know the issue will always be there.

In a vague sense, it feels like a mountain that a science editor would need to scale if (s)he wants to be taken seriously in this field. Back then, it was easy to set aside because of several roadblocks. For one thing, the test was not offered locally. The BELS certification exam, which is run and administered by BELS (St. Paul, MN, USA), was routinely given in the United States, Europe, Australia, and some parts of Asia (India, Japan, South Korea), but going to those places (to take the test) was just too prohibitively costly.

That all changed in 2015. Thanks to the tireless efforts of Jam P. of Synchrogenix, BELS finally agreed to hold the test here. After hearing that welcome news, I set out collecting all the documents I needed to qualify for the exam.

The BELS exam was held in Makati last March 12, 2016. I went through the questions with mounting trepidation and varying degrees of reaction — some questions were thankfully easy to deal with, some were rather tricky, and there were others that stumped me. The one thing that buoyed me through the rough patches was my editing experience, years and years of it.

I wasn’t gung-ho about my performance, but I was fairly confident with some of my answers. When the test finally ended, I felt drained and uneasy. I knew the next stage was going to be murder on my nerves — waiting for the results. The proctors told us that results would be sent by mail (snail mail!) and would likely reach us within 6 weeks. To maintain my equilibrium, I blocked all thoughts about the BELS exam from my mind. I wasn’t entirely successful, but I kept myself busy in the mean time.

And then last week came in with all the grace of a haphazardly launched cannonball. The results started arriving (barely 4 weeks after the test). I was basically on tenterhooks until my own results arrived — in a large white envelope. When I noticed a slight “bulge” in the lower left corner of the envelop, I heaved a giant sigh of relief. I knew it was the BELS lapel pin (picture), which BELS gave out to successful examinees.

I finally scaled the BELS wall.

BELS pin

For freelancers like me, this is a huge moment to be filed away and revisited when things get a little challenging. I know the glow will eventually fade away and feel comfortably familiar like a well-worn glove, but for now my biggest lingering doubts have been laid to rest. Where I’m headed after this is anybody’s guess. Adding those 3 letters (ELS) after my name feels a bit odd though. Maybe in time I will feel comfortable about using them, but the BELS pin feels and looks nice.

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On a related note, I feel like this needs to be said. Among the 20 examinees (plus one foreigner who was in our batch but whose fate is unknown to us), 11 passed — of whom 8 were former office mates (some of them have moved on to other firms, and two turned to freelancing, like me). That passing rate blew our mind because we never expected to get that far (9/11). To me, this was icing on a lovely cake. 🙂

taking a breather…

lumbercatI had to take a break from my online activities these past few days because I had several things to take care of — things that got more complex as soon as I had taken one step and errands that took far longer than I had anticipated.

Long story short, events had overtaken me (again) and I found myself forced to take hasty rear-guard actions a few times to avoid being swamped (mostly by work). In fact, it wasn’t until a couple of hours ago that I was finally able to take a deep breathe without having to double-check my mental “High Priority” tray.

I’m still trying to get my breath back, wondering if this is just some temporary respite to lull me into a false sense of security before the next wave comes along and sweep me away again. Either that or fall into a mind-numbing rut — I’m not sure which one I dread more (okay, it’s probably the latter).

I’m still in a consolidation stage, I think. It’s not necessarily what I wanted but that’s the set of cards that I had been dealt with so I guess I need to buckle down and find a way to break out of this temporary hiatus and set off in a new direction. Soon, I hope.