Bye my dollies!
Been sorting every now and then thru my collections and while doing so, my mind wondered off to those dolls I sold. Kinda feel sad sometimes. I don’t want to forget them totally so I’m gonna post each doll’s last picture as a remembrance. I know time will come that I may not be able to write about them, or post pictures, or even answer comments. So these shall serve as a remembrance of each and every doll I once owned, they will forever be a part of memories that I will surely love reminiscing.
There are times we have to let go of things because we don’t find them useful anymore, or we’ve grown weary seeing same stuff everyday, or they’ve become broken, damaged, etc.
But, this is not in my case, I have decided to let go “some” of my dolls because my priorities and interests are slowly (but not surely) veering toward a different direction. I do not have much time to manage and maintain them in tip top shape, I don’t have a display cabinet, we do not have much space at home & to see them going to a point of deterioration is something I don’t want to happen. I felt they are better off to a new home where they can truly serve their purpose, to be played with and bring joy to young girls.
I do not want to use the word “dispose” because most of the dolls I sold are dear to me. They’re my babies & have been with me for quite sometime, I hope the new owners would really take good care of them. Selling my collection does not mean I’m gonna stop blogging about dolls. There’s still a lot of thoughts about them that I want to put in writing. My dolls may not be considered highly collectible as compared to the dolls of a real collector whose collections usually consists of expensive high end ones. Mine spans from expensive to not so expensive to the cheapest type.
I guess everyone keeps something they regard as lucky charm. I consider Rosie Red Petite Blythe & Takara Jenny Dolls to be my charm when it comes to finding hard to find…finds!…Huh?? They are my very first & second dollies from a thrift store.
To be continued.
It was in the 80’s after I graduated from college that I decided to give it a try working in a factory since it was much easier to get hired than looking for a white collared job that usually requires experience and…a backer (a somebody inside a company who can back you up.)
Anyway, Mattel Philippines, Inc. or MPI as how we call it then used to have its factory in Barrio Ugong, Pasig City which is just a short distance ride from our place. I can’t help but reminisce the days I spent working there each time I happen to pass by on my way to Tiendesita’s (shopping center) or taking my shortcut going to Cubao. A college friend encouraged me to try, she works as a face painter.
I was assigned at the Injection Section, the armature area, then transferred as a deflasher (trimmer of excess plastic material) where I became one of the fastest deflasher of accessories in our shift during that time. Me and my operator partner always reach our daily quota & most times, we even go beyond that. Our teamwork pays off. Mattel never fails to give credit to employees who works hard, we were given free meals at the canteen, gift checks, and a Top Performer Doll as our trophy which is a Barbie doll dressed up in our very own uniform, or whatever is the latest edition that year.
Anyway, later on, I became an operator too (Injection Molding Machine) and was good at it. Months before Mattel closed its operations in the Philippines, I was personally chosen by the Head of Quality Control in our shift to be trained as a QC, but of course, it didn’t take off. There’s a looming labor dispute. And the rest is history, I was heartbroken. I enjoyed working in Mattel, but I belong to the batch of neophytes having worked for 2 years only. Surely most of my batch mate would rather accept whatever reconciliation was being offered to us during that time just to keep our (my first) job. But the voice of the old timers have more weight (majority wins) who are we to oppose? So we have no other recourse but to join the picket line.
I was wondering, now where did all those weekly deduction of “union dues” went to? I don’t remember being given any notice or refund, neither being given free meals at the picket line, or maybe I’ve missed it…darn!!