And the winners of our Workplace Booboos Promo are…

Oct 9, 2013 by

The following entries have been selected as winners for myiloilo.net’s Workplace Boo-boos Promo by our friends from Teletech Iloilo. Congratulations, guys! We are pleased to announce that you may claim your SM Cinema Passes worth P600! Please post on our comments section your full name, email address and cellphone numbers so we can arrange for a meet up to give you your prize (the information you will send us will not be published).

Once again, congratulations! Until the next contest!

Very special thanks to Teletech Iloilo for partnering with us in this promo.

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Horse With No Name

I once prevented a stabbing inside a hospital I used to work for. Yes, seriously. But that’s not why I’m here.

See, right after preventing the perp—a drunken orderly wielding a screwdriver—from stabbing his co-worker, the staff and security went ahead and tended to the victim and the patients who were just there. You know, SOP and all that jazz.

However, what they didn’t count on was for the orderly to slink away like Voldemort’s snake and hide in one of the many, many rooms inside the hospital since nobody had the foresight to even detain him.

So, it should follow that because I was the one who prevented the orderly from committing bloody homicide, I was pretty sure he’ll remember my face and voice and stick me a new one afterwards outside. Yes, I was so paranoid that I even got to the point that I begged my petite, FEMALE co-workers to flank me like they’re my personal security convoy as we’re taking the long walk right up the main road at 1:00 in the morning, with all the streetlights turned off.

As you can tell, I survived. But my reputation certainly didn’t.

Image from rapgenius.com

Image from rapgenius.com

Arnielyn Joanne Idorot

I had my internship in an online news website last summer. Because I was assigned in the lifestyle section, I had to go to events anywhere around Metro Manila. Of course, I had the company van at my service. Perks!

Meanwhile, SM Aura had its grand launch and I was lucky to be there. This time, I was with my boss. The event ended and we were waiting outside for the van. We waited for nearly an hour because of the traffic due to the event, and it was already dark. So when I saw a white van approaching us, I told her that it has arrived, and we can finally sit. When the van stopped in front of us, I slid the door open and told her to get inside, only to find out that it’s a different van without our company logo! Turns out that the van’s for another person who happens to be standing beside us, also waiting for her sundo.

My boss and I were then laughing until our company van came. It was really embarrassing, but it’s the first time my boss and I had a laugh together.

Image from photo.net

Image from photo.net

dragon64

My story happened a long time back when I was a local TV newscaster. Of course, digital was not in our everyday language then. We wrote reports on manual typewriters, edited materials in linear fashion, and took more effort in setting up equipment. In other words, all this left me little time to do my hair and makeup before the lights went on and the cameras went rolling.

One very busy afternoon, I was proofreading the last story that came in barely a few minutes before airtime and doing my hair and makeup at the same time when the technician asked me to move to the set so he could set up the lights and cameras. Everything seemed okay and we packed up that evening feeling happy over the day’s events. It was not until I reached home when I learned from my mom that she saw me doing my hair on TV during the commercial break before the news started. Obviously, the technician switched the camera on by accident and did not say anything about it! You can just imagine how I treated him the next day!

Jiggy Manicad in his epic "ang pagdagsa ng maraming..." spiel. (Image from youtube)

Jiggy Manicad in his epic “ang pagdagsa ng maraming…” spiel. (Image from youtube)

He Who Must Not Be Named

I’ve always wondered how it’s like to be in the media industry. At one point, I even imagined myself being a reporter but after this experience, I’d say it’s a NO for me.

It was my first time to speak on the radio. I was a PopCom Peer Helper and my job required me to hold weekly talks about adolescent problems on the radio. I was sweating like a pig then because I was so afraid I’d screw up. During the program, I really didn’t know what I was doing. I kept on blabbering, stuttering and in my head, I kept thinking “Kill me now!” Ironically, our topic was Suicide and Depression.

As I saw the operator signalling for a commercial break, I automatically breathed a sigh of relief and thought, “Ay dipuga, gakurong itl*g ko na, patya na lang ‘ko!” (Holy sh*t. I’m so scared, my balls are trembling! Kill me now!) For some reason, I failed to realize I said it out load.

Everyone looked at me in disbelief. We were still on-air! There suddenly was an awkward atmosphere and everyone kept silent for a while. Fortunately, I had a light-bulb moment and continued, “Daw mapatihan no? Example lang na mga abyan sang hambalanon nga nagapakita Suicide and Depression.” (Believable, right? And that my friends is just an example of what a person showing signs of Suicide and Depression would say.)

Image from danoday.com

Image from danoday.com

 

thepillpusher

My world revolves around doctors. I meet doctors for breakfast, lunch, and dinner and even join them when they have their midnight snacks. “Doc” or “Doctor” (to some with speech defect and “kaartehan”, the word is even pronounced as ‘duck’ or “dock”) is a word I use all the time. And this probably is the reason why my ultimate workplace boo-boo expectedly happened at an unexpected place and time.

At a formal dinner prepared for our doctors’ continuing medical education program, I was tasked to lead the opening prayer that went this way, “Let us bow down our heads and feel the presence of the Lord. In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, Amen. Doctor…” I paused realizing I slipped and looked up just to see the smiling faces of the audience, some were actually giggling and on the verge laughing, but then I continued my prayer, “…doctors bring hope to the sick just like you, Lord, bring ease to our pains and answers to our worries.” It was a little embarrassing but then I have called a nun, a mayor, a purchaser, a lawyer and a priest “doctor” on several occasions and survived.

Image from hghtherapy.me

Image from hghtherapy.me

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