Craziest week of my life.
The word “corporate” gives me a rash.
I’ve never been the kind of person to wear business attire to her high profile job 6 days a week, yet that’s the exact job that I managed to get hired for. I knew I wouldn’t be in it for the long run. I just needed a way to make some money to pay for this or that. So when Mr. Boss gave me a huge smile as he told me I was hired in his office on a Tuesday at 8pm, I thought YES! This is it, the answer to my prayers! This is how I’ll pay for school and get my degree in journalism and go into publishing like I’ve always wanted. This will allow me to do everything I’ve been wanting to do for the past 4 years!
I can finally buy my professional camera!
I can finally pay my dad back..
I can finally finish my Bachelors’…
I can finally live….
This job is all about money. I’ll never forget what Mr. Boss said after he told me I got the job. He said “Money doesn’t solve everything, but it definitely solves most of it.”
No, Mr. Boss. No.
I really thought that the thing stopping me from achieving all of my dreams was the lack of money. I never said it aloud, but I always truly thought that having more moolah would solve it all. There’s a lot that I would have done to earn that money, because I knew that with it, I would accomplish my long term goals. But I had to start somewhere. Well, this job quickly turned into a nightmare.
There was another thing that Mr. Boss said to me on the 3rd day of the job. I was in his office going over my sales for the day and he mentions money again. I make more in those 3 days than I made in 2 weeks at my previous job. So naturally, I was giddy. He says to me to picture the 10 people that I spend the most time with in my life. Figure out the average of their incomes, and that is most likely what I will make for the rest of my life. I remember just looking at him, staring, actually. It really made me think on the drive home that night. It made me think of all the most amazing, sincere, and intelligent people out there that are driving cabs or working in factories because their lives turned out that way. I thought of my life and the people in it. Sure, I could make a lot more sticking with this job, but I would miss graduations, vacations, reunions. I would get to buy stuff for my nephews and nieces but never get to see them enjoy it. My nephews from across the country would have come to visit, which doesn’t happen often, and I’d be working 10 hours each day they were here. No, Mr. Boss. I’m not going to want to be a part of a circle of rich people. In fact, I think the people in my life right now are the greatest. And I don’t think Mr. Boss will ever realize that what he said to me that day was probably the #1 thing to make me want to quit. Of course, he had this smile on his face as he said it like he thought he was really inspiring me to work even harder. But hearing that made things more clear for me than ever.
Imagine you’re at a new exciting job and you last 6 months. For the first 2 months, you’re buzzing with the excitement of a new atmosphere, glad to be there and even more glad at your glorified bank account. For the next 2 months, you begin to think to yourself, “so…is this what my life is going to be now?” 65+ hours a week. Say goodbye to my family, to my friends. This isn’t just a job, it’s a lifestyle. And by staying here I’m agreeing to live my life by their terms, not my own, and certain not Allah’s (swt). After those couple of months of doubt you begin to feel like you can’t stay at this job anymore. As a friend of mine put so eloquently, “The only thing you get from a job like that is money, but they drain every other aspect of your life.” Yes.
The different stages of your 6 month job: excitement, doubt, resentment, quitting. That entire process was what I went through, but jammed into one week. I went through an incredible high, straight to an incredible low. It all hit me at once, on my 4th day on the job. I was losing bits and pieces of myself, already. I felt my personality slipping away like beads off a broken piece of thread. So the very next Tuesday I sat in Mr. Boss’s office, at 8pm, and I quit. It isn’t worth it. Money doesn’t solve anything.
The whole experience opened my eyes and I’ve realized that’s what it was supposed to do. I’m not a business type of gal, I’m just not. I don’t fit in the world of commerce. And I don’t want to, even it if works for some people. I’ve rediscovered the value in doing the things that make you happy. The most important things to me are my religion and my family. If I have that, I don’t need much else. Things will fall into my path, as they will fall into yours. But if you don’t have your values; the things that you would put before anything else; the things you would sacrifice anything for…you really don’t have anything.
Think, what will follow me to the grave? Money will have absolutely no value whatsoever, so what will? (___________________) < This, you hold onto.