Post by mdog95 on Apr 23, 2011 5:57:00 GMT
I wrote this one in 7th grade for something about learning about Southeast Asia, and um... I don't remember... Just um... read it.
Taking the Job in the Philippines?
Ring, ring. “Hello?” I said.
“Hello. Is this Morgan West?” said a voice on the phone.
“Yes, it is.”
“We saw your résumé online for a job as a security guard, and we want you to come to the Philippines and work as head security guard at International Airways.”
“What?! Is this some kind of prank?”
“No, sir. This is Adam Filiano, head of International Airways. If you take this job, you will start in a month. The best part is that you will get paid in American dollars.”
“American dollars? Isn’t one dollar like 42 pesos?”
“Yes sir. You have one week to decide because we have thousands of people lined up for this. Just call 1-923-456-5389. Do we have a deal?”
“Yes we do.” I hung up the phone and called my mom and told her all about this.
“Aw. My little Morgie Man got his first job offer. You’re growing up so fast,” said my mom.
“I know. All of those years in school are finally paying off. What’s best about this is that I’m going to be super rich, and I’ll have weekends off to go to the beach along the Sulu and Celebes Sea and all of that other good stuff. Also, it’s really tropical and mountainous, so it will be warm all year, and I can go hiking.
“Aren’t you forgetting about the daily rain and all of those tropical storms?”
“Yes. But I like the rain, and I’ll be safe from those storms. The only thing I’m doubting is how I’m going to be 7,672 miles from you and the eight hour time difference. I actually did some research on the Philippines once, and I found out that Spain ruled with a dictatorship for hundreds of years, and it got overthrown not too long ago. I also read that there were Muslim extremists in the south of the country and that there are some in the north where I’m going to live.”
“Well, are you going to take that job?”
“Yep. I am.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Well, I’m going to call that guy back and tell him I want the job.”
“Okay. Bye.” I called Adam Filiano back and told him I wanted the job. He said to be there in three weeks to fill out and sign my contract.
Once I got to DIA, after I said all of my goodbyes, I was so excited to be going to the Philippines. I was picturing my beautiful two bedroom condo with a hot tub, a groove machine with a disco ball, and a 64” high depth plasma screen T.V.
Just to get a taste of the Filipino food, I went to a restaurant called Taste of the Philippines. Once I got in there, I was drawn closer to the smell of the Asian food. I got a chicken dish, and once I had my first bite, I went to heaven. I scarfed down that chicken and didn’t leave a bite left on the plate. I couldn’t believe how delicious that was. I asked the guy at the counter what was in the chicken that made it so good. He said it was curry powder. That’s a spice made into a powder. He also said that that was only one of the spices of many that Filipino food has in them.
I got onto the plane and fell right asleep. The time was 1:30 A.M., and I was on my way across the ocean to Manila, Philippines.
I woke up at about 10:30 A.M., and we were still a couple of hours away from our destination. While I was waiting, I watched the movie that was in front of me, Jupiter Attacks. We finally arrived at Manila International Airport.
My new boss was waiting at the gate. I walked out of the plane, and we shook hands. “Hello, Morgan,” he said. “Just to let you know, people here speak English, so you won’t have to learn a new language. There are also some Indian languages spoken here. And don’t forget Spanish.”
“Oh, cool,” I replied. “Let’s go grab my baggage.
“Sure.” We talked about some things on our way there.
“So, I see that people here wear western clothing. So I won’t have to change my style of clothes?”
“Nope. You also will still be able to celebrate Christmas with your friends. Almost everyone here celebrates it.”
Once we got my bags, we went to his car. Once we drove away from the airport, I was amazed on how different Manila was from Denver. There were so many people walking and riding their bikes. There were also people in busses and taxies. They were also riding in this weird looking thing with a hippy paint job. “Hey, what are those weird looking things?”
“Those are jeepneys. They stop to let people on when they’re waving on the sidewalk, and they stop when you tap on the roof.
“Cool. So, what sports are there here? I’m a really big fan of baseball.”
“Well, there is some baseball, but people here are really into basketball.”
“Oh. I like basketball. What other sports are there?”
“Well, there’s futbol, volleyball, and some other sports. There are some cool places to go here like museums, amusement parks, and of course, the beach.”
“I tried some Filipino food at the airport, and it was delicious.”
“Well, I’m glad you liked it.”
“Will I get any days off for national holidays?”
“Of course you will. There are tons of them. There’s Christmas, Independence Day, and a lot of others. And if you were wondering about the government, it’s a republic, so there won’t be any change there. You have money and credit cards with you, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Let’s go shopping for your furniture and food and all of that. You can stay at my place while we’re waiting for it to be delivered.”
“Okay. That’s nice of you. Let’s go.”
We got everything I wanted.
One Month Later
“So, how do you like you’re hot tub?” said Adam.
“I love it. How’s it going with the groove machine? Do you think that you’re good enough to beat me in a rematch?” I replied.
“No way. I still need some more practice.”
“All right. Whatever you say. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
“Okay, fine. You still don’t tell that story right.”
“Whatever.”
The Next Day
As I was cruising around the hangar, and I caught a shady character trying to steal a plane. “Oh, I love this job,” I said as I got out of my golf cart and started chasing down the character. I caught up to him and leaped onto him. “Where are your pals?”
“I’m not tellin you squat.”
“Oh yeah?” I pulled out my tazer.
“Don’t taze me Bro.” zzzzz. “OW!”
“Tell me.”
“All right, all right. They’re already captured by some FBI agent named Adam.”
“Well, I’ll just leave you tied up here and tell him to come pick you up.”
That was the day I got a five thousand dollar raise. I caught one of the men on the FBI’s top ten most wanted list.
Just to make sure I was able to maintain order, I always carried a tazer. It sure came in handy for pinning down and tying up that criminal.
“That is the rest of the story, Adam.”
“Now, you told it right.”
Taking the Job in the Philippines?
Ring, ring. “Hello?” I said.
“Hello. Is this Morgan West?” said a voice on the phone.
“Yes, it is.”
“We saw your résumé online for a job as a security guard, and we want you to come to the Philippines and work as head security guard at International Airways.”
“What?! Is this some kind of prank?”
“No, sir. This is Adam Filiano, head of International Airways. If you take this job, you will start in a month. The best part is that you will get paid in American dollars.”
“American dollars? Isn’t one dollar like 42 pesos?”
“Yes sir. You have one week to decide because we have thousands of people lined up for this. Just call 1-923-456-5389. Do we have a deal?”
“Yes we do.” I hung up the phone and called my mom and told her all about this.
“Aw. My little Morgie Man got his first job offer. You’re growing up so fast,” said my mom.
“I know. All of those years in school are finally paying off. What’s best about this is that I’m going to be super rich, and I’ll have weekends off to go to the beach along the Sulu and Celebes Sea and all of that other good stuff. Also, it’s really tropical and mountainous, so it will be warm all year, and I can go hiking.
“Aren’t you forgetting about the daily rain and all of those tropical storms?”
“Yes. But I like the rain, and I’ll be safe from those storms. The only thing I’m doubting is how I’m going to be 7,672 miles from you and the eight hour time difference. I actually did some research on the Philippines once, and I found out that Spain ruled with a dictatorship for hundreds of years, and it got overthrown not too long ago. I also read that there were Muslim extremists in the south of the country and that there are some in the north where I’m going to live.”
“Well, are you going to take that job?”
“Yep. I am.”
“I’m so proud of you.”
“Well, I’m going to call that guy back and tell him I want the job.”
“Okay. Bye.” I called Adam Filiano back and told him I wanted the job. He said to be there in three weeks to fill out and sign my contract.
Once I got to DIA, after I said all of my goodbyes, I was so excited to be going to the Philippines. I was picturing my beautiful two bedroom condo with a hot tub, a groove machine with a disco ball, and a 64” high depth plasma screen T.V.
Just to get a taste of the Filipino food, I went to a restaurant called Taste of the Philippines. Once I got in there, I was drawn closer to the smell of the Asian food. I got a chicken dish, and once I had my first bite, I went to heaven. I scarfed down that chicken and didn’t leave a bite left on the plate. I couldn’t believe how delicious that was. I asked the guy at the counter what was in the chicken that made it so good. He said it was curry powder. That’s a spice made into a powder. He also said that that was only one of the spices of many that Filipino food has in them.
I got onto the plane and fell right asleep. The time was 1:30 A.M., and I was on my way across the ocean to Manila, Philippines.
I woke up at about 10:30 A.M., and we were still a couple of hours away from our destination. While I was waiting, I watched the movie that was in front of me, Jupiter Attacks. We finally arrived at Manila International Airport.
My new boss was waiting at the gate. I walked out of the plane, and we shook hands. “Hello, Morgan,” he said. “Just to let you know, people here speak English, so you won’t have to learn a new language. There are also some Indian languages spoken here. And don’t forget Spanish.”
“Oh, cool,” I replied. “Let’s go grab my baggage.
“Sure.” We talked about some things on our way there.
“So, I see that people here wear western clothing. So I won’t have to change my style of clothes?”
“Nope. You also will still be able to celebrate Christmas with your friends. Almost everyone here celebrates it.”
Once we got my bags, we went to his car. Once we drove away from the airport, I was amazed on how different Manila was from Denver. There were so many people walking and riding their bikes. There were also people in busses and taxies. They were also riding in this weird looking thing with a hippy paint job. “Hey, what are those weird looking things?”
“Those are jeepneys. They stop to let people on when they’re waving on the sidewalk, and they stop when you tap on the roof.
“Cool. So, what sports are there here? I’m a really big fan of baseball.”
“Well, there is some baseball, but people here are really into basketball.”
“Oh. I like basketball. What other sports are there?”
“Well, there’s futbol, volleyball, and some other sports. There are some cool places to go here like museums, amusement parks, and of course, the beach.”
“I tried some Filipino food at the airport, and it was delicious.”
“Well, I’m glad you liked it.”
“Will I get any days off for national holidays?”
“Of course you will. There are tons of them. There’s Christmas, Independence Day, and a lot of others. And if you were wondering about the government, it’s a republic, so there won’t be any change there. You have money and credit cards with you, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Let’s go shopping for your furniture and food and all of that. You can stay at my place while we’re waiting for it to be delivered.”
“Okay. That’s nice of you. Let’s go.”
We got everything I wanted.
One Month Later
“So, how do you like you’re hot tub?” said Adam.
“I love it. How’s it going with the groove machine? Do you think that you’re good enough to beat me in a rematch?” I replied.
“No way. I still need some more practice.”
“All right. Whatever you say. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”
“Okay, fine. You still don’t tell that story right.”
“Whatever.”
The Next Day
As I was cruising around the hangar, and I caught a shady character trying to steal a plane. “Oh, I love this job,” I said as I got out of my golf cart and started chasing down the character. I caught up to him and leaped onto him. “Where are your pals?”
“I’m not tellin you squat.”
“Oh yeah?” I pulled out my tazer.
“Don’t taze me Bro.” zzzzz. “OW!”
“Tell me.”
“All right, all right. They’re already captured by some FBI agent named Adam.”
“Well, I’ll just leave you tied up here and tell him to come pick you up.”
That was the day I got a five thousand dollar raise. I caught one of the men on the FBI’s top ten most wanted list.
Just to make sure I was able to maintain order, I always carried a tazer. It sure came in handy for pinning down and tying up that criminal.
“That is the rest of the story, Adam.”
“Now, you told it right.”
