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The
other day I sat with a colleague after hours in the office waiting for a client.
I wanted to seek his insight as a seasoned workmate who has with stormed the vagaries
of the industry so much so that he has become independent and can handle so
much I even admire his patience, wit and the clientele he has built. What did
he tell me, ‘Run my friend and seek a better opportunity.’ That is after asking
what I had pursued while in campus.
At
that point, I looked at him crestfallen. Why has he stayed put yet he is
telling me to run? Does he know what I really want? Is he right or does he have
malicious intent? He may or may not be right. Only time will tell. As a motto,
life can be a journey of losses or one full of roses. You lose one battle after
the other. However, in certain instances, you gain more than you would have
imagined. But one quote, one morning gave me the psyche that I really needed,
that “Cowards die
many times before their deaths.
The brave experience death only once.”
When
I got a new job, a job I would never have done by hook or crook having sworn
that it is not the kind of place I wanted to venture into after schooling.
Then, one day, while reading some professionally written blog, I was convinced
beyond any reasonable doubt that indeed, a career in such an industry would
provide a goodstart in my future endeavours. It’s funny that the job came right
after I had cleared my professional paper whose results I will receive in a week’s
time. I rue why I never read a certin book I have now forgot the title and
author.
I
want to tarry for a while. Even if closing a sale will not be easy at start and
results will not be forthcoming.
Provided that there is something good attained at the end of the day.
This is because the best things in life have no monetary attachment to them.
But when they become valued, the price is quite enormous. They are like
platinum in a nutshell. I am yet to see how platinum looks like. Like they say,
as you crawl, you wish you would one day be walking. When you start balancing
and becoming steady, you want to run and the list is endless. Maybe, if I get
to see platinum, I will be indifferent and want an even greater challenge.
Being
employed is great. But hiding about the same is not. Especially when you are in
a job that I am in. Soon, everyone knows what you are doing and you need them
to. Because you have to tell one or two friends, which will spread like
bushfire. And when you do, you have exposed that you are attached somewhere.
The place where no one wanted to go because it was practically not high
yielding monetarily. But after being in the industry for quite some time. There
is no denial that even the far I have come, someone would want just a piece of
it.
There
is a pal of mine who we usually engage in chitchats while reminiscing our woes
of being poor performers. I need to change tact, right. Ideally, I want to
cross the bridge to be performer. This is a gradual process that will bring be
unraveled by this blog in due course. I trust this blog for one reason. It
really tells if things will come to pass. Like, looking back, there are
pitfalls that I have fallen inside. There are moments I have felt enriched and
there are occasions that have come as a blessing. So my fate is not cast in
stone.
Did
I say I have been performing badly? Oh yes, figures never lie. My dashboard has
a red flag. It is telling me each morning that I need to make amends with
someone to hit the green flag. The green flag means a change in fortunes. It’s
synonymous to the proverb that says, ‘Make
hay while the sun shines.’ There is nothing better than having greens on
your dashboard. When you do, you will probably do away with eating greens.
Kales for that matter without an appetizing stew with some organic
accompaniments.
Let
me flash-forward. I am seated with a smartly dressed corporate honcho, somewhere
in a serene aura. Probably in a ritzy hotel, or an expansive office where the
lights are iridescent and you rarely notice that the walls have corners. I then
start imagining. What if this was me being served at my own pleasure. Like
there was a certain video I watched on Facebook where a certain lady went to
meet the mother of her boyfriend and immediately she was given a handshake, she
went into euphoria. Imagining she was being given a gold after a hurdle and
then confetti being blown in the air to celebrate her for achieving such an
onerous task.
I
am imagining I am in that position. Not in the sense of bliss after meeting an
in law, but, meeting people wo will give me good business. People who will make
my wallet bulge with sheer potency if I become a witty raconteur who has
mustered the art ‘Maneno matamu hutoa nyoka pangoni.’
To
sum it up, I realized I had poor relationship skills. I needed to nurture them.
As I continue doing so, I am shifting from being that reclusive person to an
overtly expressive individual. That never comes easy. You need an avenue for
such. A long the way, you learn a lot. If you are paid to learn that skill and
bring in results, then why not. A man must work. Shoes soles must wear out, the
collar of the shirt must constantly turn brown if white at the end of the day
due to perpetual movements and the best bit is you learn to listen and not be
the teller of stories. Why? We have two years and one mouth. Listen more and
talk less.
Hasta
La Vista Baby.
[Picture Source: My Own]
[Picture Source: My Own]
