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My OJT Experience
It was a one-sided battle. Without a choice, I had to bid an impermanent goodbye to the idea of home-sweet-home and let a three-unit subject steal my all-set plans for the summer escapade. I was still on the verge of job hunting but it was already preordained that my summer for 2012 will never be the same, thanks to our academic curriculum and its practicum subject, On-The-Job-Training.
My memory is still quite lucid to remember how OJT does its trick. There’s pretty an irony on saying On-The-Job-Training is more than just on the job but you cannot deny it’s true. As the program enables you to acquire new skills and invaluable knowledge, it also prepares you for your future plight in the real world of employment. It provides an avenue for self-assessment and self-enrichment, where you will get to discover your individual strengths and weaknesses, competitive advantage and limitations. But most importantly, On-The-Job-Training is a tool that molds your character and defines your future attitude towards work and career.
These and all are the perceptions that my OJT experience has construed in my mallet of judgment. During those 250 hours or more of exasperating paperwork, monotonous filing routine, and equally arduous miscellaneous, I was indulged to a series of tests aimed to measure my capacity both mentally and emotionally. This chronicle of my 33-day work apprenticeship has provided me with more than enough insights, memories, principles and experiences which will prove to be very useful in my future career undertaking.
My one week stay at Trinidad Management and Consultancy Firm is hardly possible to forget. As much as our desire to learn and apply our accounting knowledge motivated us to carry out our tasks impetuously, there were more than just enough workloads to attend to. As a matter of fact, the firm treated us like actual employees thus entrusting us with significantly heavy responsibilities. We were assigned to formulate financial statements out of the raw data given on the client’s books which also included correcting entries and locating errors. Aside from that, the filing of Income Tax Returns for all types of business entities (sole proprietorship, partnership and corporation) was turned over to us, which turned out to be even more challenging as the firm tried to beat the deadline on April15.
But after all these, my training at Trinidad was nevertheless worthwhile given the amount of accounting knowledge we’ve learned and applied. To add, the working perquisites such as free meals and snacks as well as the access to the financial condition of several business establishments in Iligan City all attest that our endeavors at the said accounting firm was well-compensated.
Due to ethical issues, however, our apprenticeship at Trinidad was short-lived. I and my two co-trainees were referred by our very own teacher, Ma’am Gallardo, to continue the remaining working hour requirement at Security Bank—Iligan branch. With this, our second working environment provided us with quite a different atmosphere for work. Since Security Bank employs a centralized accounting system, we were only given humdrum tasks such as data arrangement, filing, resource location and other lesser mind-straining jobs. However, what puts Security Bank over Trinidad is the friendly apprentice-supervisor relationship the former gives to its trainees. Our mentors at Security Bank were friendlier and more approachable which gives us the push to perform our duties commendably.
Among the three trainees, I was the last one to complete the 250-hour requirement. Somehow, I found work a frightening scenario and unexpectedly developed Ergophobia, the fear of working which ultimately led to absenteeism. I find this discovery a chance to straighten my crooked attitude towards work and finally develop a sense of passion for it. Even though it turned out like that, I am still glad I was able to manage concluding my training without giving my supervisor and seniors a headache. Now, all that’s left is a remnant of my unforgettable summer, of the moments where I forced myself to jump off the bed at the sound of my alarm clock, of the cold morning breeze I enjoy during a jeepney ride and of the ecstatic feeling of writing at my DTR. Truly, my On-The-Job-Training experience was indeed more than just on the job.