Know Yourself

About four years ago I graduated a national diploma in Public Relations with flying colors, and around this age I had expected myself to be working for a very vibrant PR agency, smelling of Gucci perfumes and dressed in formal clothing five days a week, conceptualizing PR campaigns every single day, and truly conquering the world.
But, unfortunately I do not drive a stylish VW car and date my boss’s niece like I had often dreamed, instead I am stuck in a Walmart stockroom packing boxes with people who have never had the privilege of receiving even half the education I was blessed with, and as much as I’d really like to blame the government, global economy and nepotism for my misfortunes, I really can’t, because as most of my fellow schoolmates volunteered in PR firms to acquire “experience” that has hindered the success of many, I was, like many, too “important” to work for free.

And now I have went from one lousy job to the next and applied for PR jobs on a daily basis with consistent persistence, and understood that although I had made very poor decisions as a child but life does go on, fancy job or not. I have recently almost went homeless, so I now know the importance of having a job, even if it’s not your dream job, but the ability to put a roof over your head and food in your stomach is a very good start.

I show my appreciation by just doing my job as efficiently as I can, and going an extra mile when necessary. And my enthusiasm is often criticized and discouraged by other colleagues who stress the company really doesn’t care about us, that management has no respect for their staff and that my efforts would be futile in the end.

I often smile and respond; “it really has nothing to do with neither the company nor top management, but is all about me”.
The moment I walked into a Walmart store I knew exactly that I won’t be able to afford cars, suits and perfumes I often dream of, but I’d be able to feed and clothe myself, well until I really figure things out. And now that I’m inside, as an aspiring business man this job has afforded me an opportunity to learn about employees, their attitudes, dedication and feelings towards the companies they work for, and people leading them, and because of this job I believe that one day when I’m heading up top companies I’ll be excellent at human resources. I don’t take the store I work for or my job in it for granted, because someday it will be me owning such a company and it would pain me to see an employee of mine take for granted the very same company that provides for them. For me this job is just “paid training” because I work with a purpose, go the extra mile to better enhance my abilities and acquire trade skills in which I’ll employ for my own benefit someday.
Needless to say, I will not be at the bottom of the food chain forever, and due to this experience, the day I get to the top I’ll be better able to assign reasonable duties to employees and pay equally reasonable, show appreciation for the value my staff adds to the company and make peace with the fact that ultimately workers are never truly satisfied, no matter how hard you may try to please them.


Don’t Rush To Get Grown

This old lady said to me;
“Ubuntu, you seem like a really nice kid, but it worries me how you juggle up everything at once, and you dream like an idiot, and strive for success, equally idiotically. Please slow down my son, allow fate to take its course, live in the moment and enjoy life for the beauty it truly is”.
She smiled, touched me, and said; “Don’t rush to get grown”.

I was silent for a moment, my past flashed back to me, the crimes, drugs, guns, women and everything else, and more recently, my deceased babies, and my late father. I then thought of my family, how much they needed me, relied on me and so I figured there really is no slowing down for me, given the stakes.

Finally I replied, “What if it’s already too late?”
She smiled, shook her head and then said, “It’s never too late my son, ever”.