I looked at her doing her daily routine, she sang, in a jolly tune, there was no sadness in her little self. I wondered, with all these, the hurdles in her life, yet she stands strong. She sings with no worry of the future.
A future that would look hard in any mortal's eyes. Yet she laughs, she has funny stories, she lives.
Reminded me of something I had wanted to do from the very beginning after my campus studies, I just wanted to do something as far as making my own money was concerned.
What I mean is, doing my own business. I remember my first interview. I had still two exams remaining in my final college year. I was excited. I prepared my cvs and all my certificates. I sat in the waiting room for two hours, to which the boss(whom I never saw), said I should go home he would call me for the interview another time. I insisted and told the secretary I would still wait. Nadaaa....for the next one hour I kept roaming the car park in hope that he would change his mind. He didnt. I called him, he still said the same thing. So I called again, this time he didn't pick up. Swallowed my little pride(I doubt I had any) and went back to school.
Then came my second interview. This time, I reported kinda early. 2 hours before time. The offices were closed, and by the sound of the boss(from the phone), I could tell he was still asleep. Well, I sat there, on the stairway, I looked at passersby, collecting papers, street kids rising to a new day of uncertainty. With a hope that they'll eat, they'll sleep. The morning rays awakening their reality. The same rays I had hope for.
Well, two hours later, I was sitting with the boss, he looked young. Probably ten years older than me. Seemed he knew what he wanted. Told me to code something I had no idea about. So here I was, tensed beyond words. I just wanted experience, told him I was one of those quick learners. Didn't auger well with him. So, with a laptop on my laps, he squatted to see what I would do. No time for copy pasting. I felt small, shaking with every question he asked. I had prepared for this, yet I felt silly. And as fate would have it, my borrowed laptop timed out and out popped a screen saver of a naked girl. Something I hadn't expected. My friend, being a young guy, hadn't cautioned me. Well, I never got the job.😅
So there I was, a bit of self pity, a bit of "it could be worse" kinda scenario. Shook myself up and decided, well, life's never easy. The experiences were good enough to shape me though. I went to other interviews, failed, got some, but looking back, I admit everything was worth it. I have met very nice bosses. Down to earth persons with hearts of gold. And I have met the worst fear filling factors of the human kind. People with hearts of wrath, no forgiveness where work is a means to an end. Sexual perverts and weird people of all kind. You learn from these though. You learn to let go and just be. These are the kind of people that shape you into a person of integrity, a person of humility, a person of kindness.
So watching her doing laundry, made me wonder. Am I a good person? Am I worth of being worked for? Are you?
How do you treat your employees? How would you treat them if given the sole task of leadership? Are you the racist kinda person? Feminist maybe? Can nature trust you with a huge responsibility? Or is fear the second in command in your line?
Life's short, make it good for others. Karma always comes around. In a not so good way...
Cheers!
A future that would look hard in any mortal's eyes. Yet she laughs, she has funny stories, she lives.
Reminded me of something I had wanted to do from the very beginning after my campus studies, I just wanted to do something as far as making my own money was concerned.
What I mean is, doing my own business. I remember my first interview. I had still two exams remaining in my final college year. I was excited. I prepared my cvs and all my certificates. I sat in the waiting room for two hours, to which the boss(whom I never saw), said I should go home he would call me for the interview another time. I insisted and told the secretary I would still wait. Nadaaa....for the next one hour I kept roaming the car park in hope that he would change his mind. He didnt. I called him, he still said the same thing. So I called again, this time he didn't pick up. Swallowed my little pride(I doubt I had any) and went back to school.
Then came my second interview. This time, I reported kinda early. 2 hours before time. The offices were closed, and by the sound of the boss(from the phone), I could tell he was still asleep. Well, I sat there, on the stairway, I looked at passersby, collecting papers, street kids rising to a new day of uncertainty. With a hope that they'll eat, they'll sleep. The morning rays awakening their reality. The same rays I had hope for.
Well, two hours later, I was sitting with the boss, he looked young. Probably ten years older than me. Seemed he knew what he wanted. Told me to code something I had no idea about. So here I was, tensed beyond words. I just wanted experience, told him I was one of those quick learners. Didn't auger well with him. So, with a laptop on my laps, he squatted to see what I would do. No time for copy pasting. I felt small, shaking with every question he asked. I had prepared for this, yet I felt silly. And as fate would have it, my borrowed laptop timed out and out popped a screen saver of a naked girl. Something I hadn't expected. My friend, being a young guy, hadn't cautioned me. Well, I never got the job.😅
So there I was, a bit of self pity, a bit of "it could be worse" kinda scenario. Shook myself up and decided, well, life's never easy. The experiences were good enough to shape me though. I went to other interviews, failed, got some, but looking back, I admit everything was worth it. I have met very nice bosses. Down to earth persons with hearts of gold. And I have met the worst fear filling factors of the human kind. People with hearts of wrath, no forgiveness where work is a means to an end. Sexual perverts and weird people of all kind. You learn from these though. You learn to let go and just be. These are the kind of people that shape you into a person of integrity, a person of humility, a person of kindness.
So watching her doing laundry, made me wonder. Am I a good person? Am I worth of being worked for? Are you?
How do you treat your employees? How would you treat them if given the sole task of leadership? Are you the racist kinda person? Feminist maybe? Can nature trust you with a huge responsibility? Or is fear the second in command in your line?
Life's short, make it good for others. Karma always comes around. In a not so good way...
Cheers!
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