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.

My First Tie

Ever heard the famous saying “dress for the job you want”? Yep, that’s me; I’m a firm believer of that saying, so much in fact that if I had wanted to be a pornstar, I’d walk around butt-naked.

Anyway, I’ve decided it’s about time I go corporate, Lord knows I’ve had a qualification for about four years now and not applied it even once, instead I am packing stock in a Walmart stockroom and feeling proud to work as a “strong man” is supposed to, but the sad thing about strong men and their work is their bank balances don’t always match their work ethics.

So today I decided to buy a tie, I have no occasion for it but I just figured there was no harm in being “prepared”, right?
I’ve never been so proud of myself, and when I reached the till point the cashier asked me if I was going to a wedding? And as I awkwardly muttered “I am planning to change careers soon so I’m preparing my clothing for my prospective career path” I also figured she must have gathered that potential career I was referring to is wedding planning.

But anyway, when I finally got home I looked at it for about a million times, kissed it, tried it on and thought to myself; “I can’t wait to wear this damn tie”, and not for a wedding, ideally.

Dress for the job you want, every profession has a certain dress code exclusive to its practitioners, and if you have no idea what professionals in your prospective career wear you’re in trouble, or you just need to do some more research about your prospective career.

God Bless.

Me And Women’s Shoes

Before I say anything, I just want to congratulate myself for my new job, well done boy.

I’ve worked too many many jobs in my life to still be flattered by these things but for some strange reason this time I am, and I really don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it came when I most needed it? Or, maybe it’s because I assist women buy shoes, I mean, beautiful women to buy beautiful shoes.

I have only worked for two days but it was long enough for the obsession women have with shoes to be justified to me; women’s shoes are just too adorable, whether it’s boots, shoots, hiker boots, push-ins, pums, open toes, wedges, (my personal favorite) hills, or any other kind.

Every kind is designed specifically unique, and for a newbie as myself a great deal of confusion is suffered, I confuse shoes, and women know them too well to be looted by my incompetence, so I’ve run back and forth like a damn idiot more times than I care to remember (in only two days by the way). The other challenge is I’m colorblind, so all these different shoe colors are rocket science to me, for instance, ink navy, mushroom and my new favorite, “nude”, I really have no idea why a color would be called “nude” but since it’s nudity, this might be the first color I’m able to see.

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I guess I just wanted to say, “Congratulations to myself”.
And ladies, once I’m a shoe guru, I promise to offer some shoe shopping tips.

Bye girls.