From good job to no job, life in Canada taught me to go with the flow

This First Person article is the experience of Erlinda Tan, a Filipino immigrant who believes hard work is a prerequisite to a good, middle-class life in Canada. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

It was a memorable day in 2014 when I bought a vacation house in my hometown in the Philippines. I visit my family every other year and being able to gather everyone in that house is like a dream come true.

I had no idea the property would become a souvenir from my Alberta days.Two years later, the oil and gas industry took a turn for the worse and took my job with it.

But it's all part of what I call a beautiful journey of ebb and flow in the 13 years since I arrived from the Philippines. Those ups and downs have made me a strong Canadian and solidified my love for this country.

Working hard to get a foot in the door

I came to Edmonton in late 2009as the Alberta economy was emerging from a severe financial crisis that had been felt globally. Timing is everything, they say. This was true for me.

My first job was as a clerical worker earning minimum wage. To get by, I took a second job as a supermarket cashier three days a week, four hours a shift.

Doing two jobs was hard and some days were really long but I needed the extra income. Plus, working in the service industry taught me to blend into mynew homeand honed my confidence speaking with Canadians from all walks of life a skill I would later need in my professional journey.

After 20 months of working two jobs, I had the so-called "Canadian experience" that my resume so badly needed and I felt ready for the corporate world. With my background in engineering, I was hired in 2012 as a document controller in the oil and gas industry.

In those days, the oil price was on its way to $100 per barrel and there was opportunity aplenty. I changed jobs three times in three years. I was a part of the rise of Alberta's economy.

Becoming a Canadian

I was excited about my promising career but was even more excited when I became a Canadian citizen in early 2015.

At the swearing-in ceremony, I became emotional singing O Canada for the first time as a citizen. I felt like I belonged, that I was secure. My definition of home changed in that instant the Philippines was "back home" but Canada is my current one.

And all of a sudden, I felt a solemn duty to become a good Canadian.

During the federal election in October, I followed the campaign on TV like a soap opera. If the citizenship ceremony was emotionally moving, then voting was empowering. That day, I realized how important I was in nation-building.

Blind faith

But as the saying goes, every flow must have its ebb.

In 2015, an oil downturn rippled into a global crisis.Energy companies laid off employees by the thousands; I was one of them.

Career websites in Alberta were empty. I didn't want to move but I needed to survive.

Friends and relatives sent invitations to come work in the U.S., U.K., Singapore and Dubai. It was very tempting. ButI had just become a Canadian citizen. I had invested time and hard work: the long hours on my feet as a cashier, following the news on TV every night tounderstand the politics. Should I put all that in the past and leave?

I'm a Filipino Canadian, I said.I have the genes of resilience. I'll tough this out.

In a move of blind faith, I decided to move to Vancouver in May 2016.I didn't have any employment connections, I had no family in the city, and my church community became my support system.

I was grateful for the employment insurance that I lived on for a few months and I received the insurance money with pride. I had contributed premiums andI knew I was entitled to it.

Looking for a new job in Vancouver was not easy. British Columbia is rich in forestry and my job experience in the oil industry was not in demand.I decided to accept any job offer, even if I had to start at the bottom.

I took a contract job where the pay wasn't much but it brought me to the door of a Crown corporation. Five months into the job when my savings from Alberta were almost gone I was hired by that corporation.Sometimes God's perfect timing leaves you in awe.

I worked as a records administrator for a $1-billion project. Then I moved on to a $10-billion project. When I'm retired, I can look back with pride in my heart for being a part of two big infrastructure projects in British Columbia.

Silver linings

In hindsight, I see my job layoff in Alberta was an advantage. It forced me to leave my comfort zone. I saw more of Canada, I gained new friends and grew in my career.My horizon got bigger. Thank you, Edmonton, for preparing me.

I joke to friends in the Philippines that I am the definition of a middle-class Canadian: poor in money but rich in benefits. I couldn't be more appreciative.

Sometimes I ask myself, do I regret staying in Canada when I hit rock bottom?Do I regret not working in other countries?The answer is no.I believe if God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window. But it's up to me to find it.

Speaking of doors and windows, my house in the Philippines is now much more than just a vacation property.The concrete house, located in the heart of a commercial district and within walking distance to malls and supermarkets, has become a refuge for family members from the typhoons that regularly visit the Philippines.

I'm even more proud that it has become the place that my mother can call home.

Do you have a compelling personal story that can bring understanding or help others? We want to hear from you. Here's more info on how to pitch to us.