Lesson 1: Learning to ask questions

I've been meaning to write about this for a few days now but somehow never got around to actually posting anything vaguely useful despite being online practically every night. Err. Whatever. Anywho, here it is.

The first lesson I learned from my first week living and working here in Makati is this: You cannot learn if you think you know everything. Or, put in another way, ask questions. As I just learned, there's really nothing wrong about asking for information when you're lost--and I mean that both literally and figuratively.

Not that I'm a know-it-all or something like that. In fact, I'll be the first to admit that I know but the very basic knowledge required for my job. My problem is I hate admitting just that. Call it pride, call it stupidity, or maybe just plain old antisocial behavior. Whatever. But the thing is I hate asking questions about things I'm supposed to know about.

But I really want to make this work, so I just have to know every little thing involved in making this work. Thus, the questions. And I learned too that asking questions don't kill you. Or me, for that matter. I just ask and ask and ask if I don't know something and I'll be none the worse for it.