How does your current job change your life?

Updated on : January 17, 2022 by Molly Anderson



How does your current job change your life?

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TL; DR I went to France for a year abroad, even though my instincts, my instincts, the people around me and the situation told me not to.

Listen to me. To explain the decision. You really need to know the full story.

This will be a long answer, one that I am very happy to share, and trust me, you will have fun!

I am originally from Pakistan and went to Aston University, UK for my Bachelor of Business and Management studies in 2011. This was supposed to be a 3 year program.

Aston had a policy that the entire UK and EU must go through one year of placement. Which is a year after year 2 in which they do

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TL; DR I went to France for a year abroad, even though my instincts, my instincts, the people around me and the situation told me not to.

Listen to me. To explain the decision. You really need to know the full story.

This will be a long answer, one that I am very happy to share, and trust me, you will have fun!

I am originally from Pakistan and went to Aston University, UK for my Bachelor of Business and Management studies in 2011. This was supposed to be a 3 year program.

Aston had a policy that the entire UK and EU must go through one year of placement. That is one year after year 2, in which they do a one-year internship or go to another country for a study stay (exchange year).

Since I was an international student, I had the option to exclude myself. Well, until the first term (semester) of my second year, I did not want to study or do an internship. Heck, I thought why go through 4 years to graduate when I can finish in 3.

In January 2013, I thought I should take a job. Why not? I will work in the UK or other European countries and even get paid. Sounds like a good deal. The fact is, my father really convinced me to do that, and for good reason.

Anyway, moving on to the end of April 2013, I was not very successful in landing an internship / internship offer. Before I knew that there was the option to study abroad, but I thought it was not worth it.

Then one day, I received an email from my university mentioning the countries and universities that are still available as options for study placement. Among them was France, of course.

So I discuss this with my father and, over the phone, I decide that I will take the option of a year abroad.

In one day I choose France as my first option (Germany and Spain are the second and third options, respectively. Why I chose France is a story for another time).

One day later (and it is now May 2013), I receive an email that my application has been accepted and the university in France, Audencia, will be in touch soon.

Then it happened. Suddenly my feet were cold. I thought I shouldn't do this.

I send an email to the appropriate department of the university informing them of my decision. That I would like to withdraw my application.

They email me back saying that I should come and chat.

I did. They asked me why I was getting cold feet and some other things. To what I said, it's a great decision. Especially since I first came to the UK, the first few months were difficult as I never left my home country on my own.

We agreed that he would think about it.

During the time that I was "contemplating" the decision, I received an email from Audencia (the university in France) with a welcome message and other formalities that I must complete.

Seeing that, I don't know what happened, but right there I was sure I should go.

And I went to France.

But wait, there is more..

Because I am a Pakistani student, I need a visa to go anywhere and everywhere. It was already the middle of May and my exams were almost over. I was getting sick at home and really wanted to take the next flight to Pakistan.

I decided that I would apply from the UK for a study visa for France as it would be much easier. (Believe me, there is another story behind).

Turns out, since my semester was supposed to start on September 1, 2014, I wasn't able to apply in May. Some state that I can only apply up to 3 months before the trip.

I wanted to go back to Pakistan, my father said I should stay and apply, get the French visa and then come back. But he would have to wait until the middle of June to go home.

I decided to go home and apply from Pakistan. A decision that cost me dearly ...

So I am back in Karachi, Pakistan at the beginning of June 13. I start the application process. I look on the website of the French consulate to see what documents I need. A lots of. I needed too many documents to apply.

The thing about the application process was that the French had partly outsourced the collection of documents. So I called them and asked for the document checklist. I also asked various travel agents about visa requirements.

Turns out it was different from the website. And I had no way of contacting the French consulate in Karachi or the embassy in Islamabad.

This is where it starts to get complicated. Yes, only now ...

The required documents were such that I had to go to various government offices to certify / seal them and so on.

The bureaucracy here is terrible. I was going from one office to another. Nobody helped. Every government official would send me to someone else. He was basically coming and going.

If that wasn't bad enough, I had to get insurance documents from Aston University, buy a ticket, even though I didn't even have a visa, and go to my bank to get account statements as proof of financial well-being. All of this took a considerable amount of time.

A few days pass and I still cannot collect the necessary documents, those that the outsourcing company has indicated to me.

I was already fed up. I decided to go to them and submit my visa application. I thought, if I am missing some intact documents, at least I will know exactly what I need.

Finally. Some good news. I present my application and all the documents were in order. Hurrah! I thought. I'm really glad it's over. They told me I would get a call for an interview and that would be it. I was finally relieved!

Oh but wait, there's more ...

I get a call a week later. A person, claiming to be from the outsourcing agency, informs me that my visa was scheduled for this date (I'm not sure when it was, but it was the first week of July '13) and that it will take place in Islamabad. A two hour flight from the city.

It was around the third week of June that I got the call and I had to wait a while for my interview.

I remember that my visa was on a Thursday morning, and during that time it was Ramadan, so I was fasting too.

I arrive in Islamabad on a Tuesday afternoon, booked and paid for my flight for Thursday afternoon. Hell, I thought, it's summer vacation and Ramadan, I didn't have much to do, so why not arrive a day early?

On Wednesday morning, the day before my scheduled visa appointment, I received a call informing me that my appointment had been postponed until Monday. Angry and shocked, I ask why, to which they told me: "I'm sure the embassy has a good reason."

Now, I started to feel that maybe I shouldn't go to France.

I mean, so far, every step I've taken with a problem, nothing has gone right. And now they have delayed the appointment.

Oh, I should also mention that apart from my father, everyone, all my friends, my family, even my mom, were against the idea of ​​me going to France.

People said that it is not a good idea to extend the graduation date by one year, they said that France is racist and I will be subject to racism even more because I have a beard. Oh, did I mention I have a beard? I have a really cool beard. In Pakistan, people don't know much about France, and the people who go to study in France are practically unheard of.

Going back to the main story, I was getting cold. I wanted to forget the whole thing and be done with it. Now that the appointment was postponed, I had to stay in Islamabad until Monday, it's 5 days with nothing to do. It was Ramadan and I was fasting, also I was on the outskirts of the city without a car and I didn't know anyone in the city.

He knew he should have gone back to Karachi. But I did not. I was looking forward to Monday.

I had my appointment around 9.00 / 9.30. I got her early and figured she would wait there. My flight was booked for 2.40pm.

The waiting room was open air, covered only with a canopy and a small fan to one side. Now remember. It was July. In Pakistan. I was fasting. The temperature was around 30 degrees Celsius.

Oh, it couldn't be worse. I thought.

I kept waiting. the clock struck 10, then 11, then 12. Finally. They call me at 1 pm!

I present the other set of required documents and then they told me to wait until they called me for the interview. It was now 1:30 p.m.

And then at the moment of truth, they call me.

The interviewer was a French lady, probably in her 40s and 40s. This was my first direct conversation with a Frenchman.

She started asking questions. Where do I study, how long is the course, and so on. She was a rude person. Really rude person. It reminded me of the warning people gave me about the French.

Then he said I can't apply from here.

I was dumbfounded. After all that, I can't apply. Expect. What the fuck. Seriously.

I finally mustered the energy to ask him why. Why can't I apply?

She said that since I am a student in the UK, I should apply from there, and that my home in Karachi, Pakistan is not my home, but that I came to visit my parents over the summer.

This moment. It was a game changer. I finally had a way out. Finally I can NOT go to France and it would be for someone else's reason. It is not mine. I could convince myself that it was not me who chose not to go. But someone else.

But I did not.

Being the person that I am, I defended myself. I told him that his reasons are not valid and that he should reconsider.

She did and told me that my application will be processed.

Oh, but now he was angry. Really angry. I told him that because of them, my time was wasted and so was my money because my appointment was postponed. And now it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I won't make my 2.40 o'clock flight either.

She said it's not their fault. That is all. He didn't even apologize.

Well at least I have nothing to worry about right now. After all, at least the app is on.

Haha, did you think it's done? No. Not even close. This is where it gets worse ...

So I have 40 minutes to get to the airport and it's a 30 minute ride. I decide that I will try.

I'm in the cab and I get a call from a number in Islamabad. Strange. I don't know anyone in Islamabad.

I answer, they ask me if it is Muhammad Abdulla. Yes, that's me, I say. They say they are calling from the French embassy. Ask me where I am. I said I'm at the airport.

"Oh."

What happen? I ask.

"We forgot to take your biometry and photo."

WHAT THE FUCK! (did not say it out loud).

They say it's okay, we'll look into it.

I arrived at the airport 10 minutes early and they allowed me to board.

But now I know for sure that I shouldn't go. No way. This is simply not meant to be. I shouldn't push this. Everything goes against me.

Now I am not superstitious but this situation made me believe that going to France is a bad idea. A terrible idea.

Weeks go by and there is no news. I start to wait for my visa to be rejected.

More weeks go by and I miss the deadline, September 1, 2013, the date I was supposed to be in the Audencia. Instead, I am still in Karachi.

I inform Aston University, they spoke with Audencia and they say that there is no problem if I am late.

It is now Thursday, September 8. I have reflected too much and finally decided to withdraw my application to go to Audencia, France, for my year abroad.

I compose a nice email, summarizing the above, and inform Aston of my official withdrawal.

You know where this is going, right?

Friday September 9. I get a call from the visa outsourcing agency telling me that my passport is back and that I need to pick it up.

I went there. I have my passport. Opened. And voila! Visa accepted.

I now have a valid French study visa.

No. No. No. This can't be happening, I tell myself.

Now what?! I have to go? But everything pointed to the opposite.

That night I went to see my grandfather and told him everything. He asked for their advice. Said I should go (reasons are for another time).

I did. Sunday night I flew. Monday morning I am in France.

The decision to go to France changed my life forever.

Why?

It was the best year. I was able to meet so many people from all over. There was not a single Pakistani there, unlike many at Aston. I put myself in a situation where I had to get out of my comfort zone. I only spoke a few words and phrases in French. He knew he had no choice but to face it. Since I was in the Schengen area, I traveled everywhere. With friends and alone. I loved.

I admire the French culture. Despite the problems that people point out about France, it is a great country.

I fell in love with Paris. There is no better city than Paris. I did well in school there. I made great friends. I enjoyed the lifestyle that the French had. I think it's a great place.

Yes, I also faced many cases of direct and indirect racism. Because I am a brunette and I have a beard. I can write an essay on this, but now is not the place or the time.

I finished the Audencia course in May 2014. I visited twice after that. I would love to come back. If I could, I would move to France.

So yeah, despite all the shit I went through just to get there in the first place, and despite the fact that until I got on the plane, I had no desire, no desire to go to France, I can say for sure. That going there was a decision that changed my life forever, and no decision since has had a greater impact. Well, at least not yet.

Thanks for asking! This is actually an interesting question, as the answer, as we see in the other answers, is deeply personal.

There is no easy and clear answer

It depends on your job, how you define success, how your colleagues and managers define success, and your own strengths and weaknesses. I could expand on the things I need to work on to improve in my current job, but that will not personally help you or anyone who follows this question for advice that they can apply in their own jobs and lives. There are too many factors that influence success or not at work to emerge

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Thanks for asking! This is actually an interesting question, as the answer, as we see in the other answers, is deeply personal.

There is no easy and clear answer

It depends on your job, how you define success, how your colleagues and managers define success, and your own strengths and weaknesses. I could expand on the things I need to work on to improve in my current job, but that will not personally help you or anyone who follows this question for advice that they can apply in their own jobs and lives. There are too many factors that influence job success or failure to give a short and clear answer.

Get into action

Also, the way this question "what needs to change in your life" is asked implies that you are nothing more than a passive pawn magically moved by a higher power called "Life". While believing in a higher power can absolutely benefit you on your path to success, it should never be an excuse for not proactively shaping your life. For most people, setting clear priorities would greatly benefit their career. The only person who can make changes in your life to be successful at your job is you! And yes, life will get in the way, but it's up to you to proactively prioritize those things that make you most successful.

Reflection

To choose your priorities and fulfill them, you must reflect on yourself: what do you want out of life, why do you want those things? Are your talents and needs in line with your main responsibilities at work? Or does your job make it easier for you to spend your free time reaching bigger goals than the work you're doing? You may find that success in your job is not even a priority for you, or that you are already successful in your job by your own definition. An understanding like this will relieve you of external pressure to be more successful.

However, some general advice

Because I want to offer you some tips on how to be more successful in your job, regardless of your career / boss / definition of success / whatever, here are some tips that will not hurt anyone and have the potential to improve your work. performance:

  • Healthy life style. Today, many people suffer from mental confusion and / or physical problems. Most of these problems are related to an unhealthy lifestyle. If you want to focus better and feel more energetic to perform better at your job, start eating a healthy diet, exercise 30 minutes a day (a walk around the block will suffice for TV addicts), sleep 7 to 9 hours a night and dedicate your time in a conscious way (instead of zombie walking on TV, Netflix or social networks).
    Example: since I am living healthier, I have much more energy and have a clearer mind to do my job well.
  • Expand your knowledge and skills. While you may associate learning with boring subjects in school / university, there is a wealth of content available for just a few dollars or even free. Listen to educational podcasts, watch TED talks, read (e-) books, visit museums, subscribe to newsletters that educate you on the topics of your interest and much more. The possibilities are endless, you just have to use them!
    Example: due to having bet on personal development / self-help, now I have the job I have, with good prospects for the future. Also, I am less afraid of the possibility of losing my job.
  • Fix things that keep you from fully concentrating on work. If you have financial or personal problems, they can inhibit your performance at work. Obviously, fixing them is preferred, but if that's impossible, talk to your colleagues and / or managers. They can serve as a listening ear, give advice, take away some of your work-related burdens, or perhaps even make it easier for you to get the help you need (for example, refer you to a professional who can help you).
    Example: since my dad went to a nursing home earlier this year, I stay with my mom (more than 150 km from the office), because she cannot live alone in her current home. By discussing this with colleagues (and with a little help from work-from-home policies due to COVID-19), we have established a work schedule that works for everyone.

In general, there are no shortcuts to success at work. It will take, well, work to be (more) successful, as you might have guessed from my answers. The good news is that my recommendations will not only make you better at your job, they will also make you better in life. I wish you all the best in your work and in life!

I came "home" almost four years ago. I was in a miserable relationship with a narcissistic jerk, and I was at the end of my rope. I wanted to leave, but couldn't for financial reasons. I have an income, albeit small, because I am disabled. It wasn't enough to support me if I quit. So I stayed, but we fight like cats and dogs. Then one day he told me the lie that made me move. He told me that we had been evicted. I completely believed him because just a couple of weeks before, the landlord had texted me and asked when he could expect to get some rent money because we were $ 4000 behind.

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I came "home" almost four years ago. I was in a miserable relationship with a narcissistic jerk, and I was at the end of my rope. I wanted to leave, but couldn't for financial reasons. I have an income, albeit small, because I am disabled. It wasn't enough to support me if I quit. So I stayed, but we fight like cats and dogs. Then one day he told me the lie that made me move. He told me that we had been evicted. I completely believed him because just a couple of weeks before, the landlord had texted me and asked when he could expect to get some rent money because we were $ 4000 behind !!!!!! I was scared ... I hadn't paid the rent in many months. So I didn't question my ex, I took what he said at face value. And I panicked.

I had not bothered my family with my problems. I have two daughters who would have opened their houses to me, but I didn't want to impose myself. I called my mother and told her that we were being evicted, and asked if I could buy or rent one of their caravans to live temporarily. The answer came quickly: Yes, just come and choose which one you want to live in.

I finally had a way out. I quit and then went no contact. I am working to overcome all the emotional abuse; You would think he should be fine after 4 years, but I still think about him often, sometimes I wish things had been different between us. But there is no hope of reconciliation. I will never go back to him. I'm fine, much better than I was at the beginning. I still live in the caravan as I decided to stay when I realized how much my elderly parents needed my help. So everything was fine, life was running smoothly, then covid hit.

Everything came to a sudden halt. My parents are isolating themselves to avoid having covid. I do the same to protect them. That means no more shopping. No more events. No more family gatherings. No more eating out or going to events. No more visiting friends. I didn't even go to my first grandson's wedding. I wear a mask and practice social distancing. I shop online for my parents and myself. I am doing everything I know how to stay safe and healthy. But. I am bored and lonely.

I have bipolar disorder. I have manic episodes, but bipolar depression primarily worries me. I find myself struggling against it these days. It's not good for me to have too much free time on my hands, but I find that I don't have the motivation to do some of the things that need to be done. I am bored. I see my parents for hours every day, but that's it for human contact. I miss my children and grandchildren. I miss my friends. We keep in touch through text messages, phone calls, and social media, but it's not the same. Yesterday I was lying on my bed, lamenting my situation and feeling a little sorry for myself, wishing I had a partner to talk to, when I realized it.

Is my life better now, as it is, than when I was with my ex? Oh yes, it certainly is. I don't have a lot of stress or conflict in my life right now. I have everything I need and want. My motorhome is cozy and warm and my safe haven. I have a good car, so I can go when I want, where I want. My income supports me since I don't have many bills. My parents are kind and generous and never take me for granted. I have a very good life. So right now it's calm. Isn't that what I wanted for all those miserable years? If it is. And now that I have it, I'm not going to complain.

The simple lesson that hit me in the face is: be happy with what you have.

And I am.

I am realizing some things that I should have known much earlier.

I am a disgrace. I'm horrible. I can't do this and I can't do that and I can't really do that there. I do not know how. Absolutely.

Everybody knows that I can't sing for shit.
I never learned chess.
I find Rubix cubes confusing as heck.
My drawings look like what your cat throws up sometimes.
I'm also trash for being polite. Guess who usually puts their elbows on the table?
I can't dance without shame.
I can't speak in front of my seniors without stuttering.
Hell, I can't even stand in front of them without getting nervous.

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I am realizing some things that I should have known much earlier.

I am a disgrace. I'm horrible. I can't do this and I can't do that and I can't really do that there. I do not know how. Absolutely.

Everybody knows that I can't sing for shit.
I never learned chess.
I find Rubix cubes confusing as heck.
My drawings look like what your cat throws up sometimes.
I'm also trash for being polite. Guess who usually puts their elbows on the table?
I can't dance without shame.
I can't speak in front of my seniors without stuttering.
Hell, I can't even stand in front of them without getting nervous.
I usually sound like a goat when I play the violin.
I'm terrible at being a good friend. Actually.
I can not play football.
I sprained my finger with a basketball in my hand.
I'm the banana cutter for the set I'm in. Which means I'm useless.
A trained monkey could write prettier than me.

But you know what?

I can practice singing. In the shower it is enough.
I will learn chess from a teacher. Then I'll try it online.
I can find a tutorial on how to solve Rubix cubes.
My drawings will improve if I keep doing it.
I will read a book on manners. Memorize some professional tips.
I will ask / force my friends from ballet and hip hop to give me advice.
I will keep in mind that my seniors are not deities, they are also human.
I will continue to practice violin every day.
I will open my ears more to my friends and put myself in their shoes more often.
(On the subject of sports, fuck it. I don't have to be good at everything).
I will find a way to help my group. I will criticize and improve myself.
A trained monkey can write beautifully, but I can also do it with practice.

You may not see results right away. Maybe it will still suck after weeks of trying. But I'll do my best and see what I can do with my best effort, and I won't be disappointed if I still can't.

Yoda, I love you, but I will have to disagree with you on this one. There is what is called trying, and sometimes trying is all you can do.

Life changes dramatically after getting a job. Getting a job has its own benefits, but every once in a while, you miss being a student.

  • You start spending time at Starbucks instead of the local tea shop down the street. But every now and then, you miss the smell of hot tea and the feeling of the kulhad that you used to have in the street tea shop.
  • Start traveling in the comfort of taxis instead of subways or cars. But every now and then, you miss the hustle and bustle of the subway or the endless haggling with the car driver.
  • You start watching movies on Netflix instead of st
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Life changes dramatically after getting a job. Getting a job has its own benefits, but every once in a while, you miss being a student.

  • You start spending time at Starbucks instead of the local tea shop down the street. But every now and then, you miss the smell of hot tea and the feeling of the kulhad that you used to have in the street tea shop.
  • Start traveling in the comfort of taxis instead of subways or cars. But every now and then, you miss the hustle and bustle of the subway or the endless haggling with the car driver.
  • You start watching movies on Netflix instead of streaming them from other sources. But every now and then, you miss the thrill of downloading movies from places you weren't supposed to use.
  • You start eating in fancy restaurants and hotels. But every now and then, you miss the taste of golgappas from the store right next to the bus stop.
  • You start getting haircuts in fancy salons. But every now and then, you miss the mushroom you used to get at the local hair salon.
  • Start spending time networking with colleagues and older people. But every once in a while, you miss spending time with your real friends.
  • You start traveling to more places for work or pleasure. But every now and then, you miss the time when your only trip was the nights out with friends from college to the local dhaba.
  • You start to make difficult decisions about your life and your career. But every now and then, you miss the comfort of someone else making all the decisions for you.
  • You start to have more expectations of society, but every now and then, you miss the moment when no one had expectations of you.

After you get a job, you start to take on more responsibilities. But every now and then, you miss the moment when it was okay for me to be irresponsible.

You start to think more about the future, but every now and then you miss the moment when all you had to do was enjoy the present.

I have the usual dysfunctional childhood of alcoholic parents and rotten siblings. I did alarmingly self-destructive things (drugs, horrible boyfriends) in my teens; Then I quit drugs when I was 20 years old, but I couldn't leave the horrible boyfriends. I was still attracted to that lifestyle. The latest breakup had devastated me and sent me to seek therapy.

One of the most important things my therapist taught me was the value of judgment. I was so interested in "I'm not better or worse than anyone else" and "I'm so understanding and empathetic" that I didn't realize how bad my friends and loved ones were.

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I have the usual dysfunctional childhood of alcoholic parents and rotten siblings. I did alarmingly self-destructive things (drugs, horrible boyfriends) in my teens; Then I quit drugs when I was 20 years old, but I couldn't leave the horrible boyfriends. I was still attracted to that lifestyle. The latest breakup had devastated me and sent me to seek therapy.

One of the most important things my therapist taught me was the value of judgment. I was so into “I'm no better or worse than everyone else” and “I'm so understanding and empathetic” that I didn't realize how badly my friends and loved ones treated me. I was trying so hard to live a decent life, and I couldn't understand how they kept hitting me.

I had to learn to judge. I know everyone likes to be non-judgmental these days, but how else are you going to know who is good for you and who is not? (When people accuse me of being critical, I thank them for the compliment. In my early days I had friends who were drug dealers, child abusers, and murderers. Tell me again that not judging is a good thing.) From striving to "understand" and "be compassionate" and giving endless explanations to people who really didn't want to know, he was free to leave destructive relationships. Shortly after I met the man I would later marry, who was different day and night than anyone I had ever dated before ... stable, level-headed, and best of all, he was good to me. There were a couple of difficult years when I had to learn to make decent friends,

There are some people who have known me all my life (* cough * relatives, ex-friends) who think I have become quite arrogant. I understand your frustration; When you get used to throwing someone who suddenly starts to fight back, it can be irritating. Sometimes it is an honor not to please certain people. That understanding alone was worth the full price I paid my therapist.

Life has changed beyond what you could have imagined. It was not only a massive change, but also a shock to some extent, as I joined my office immediately after my senior exams.

Wear formal most of the time

In college, he was never used to wearing formal clothes all the time. The new job meant wearing formal wear at least 5 days a week, so this meant a huge wardrobe change.

Eat out frequently

Work meant, my work takes me to places especially to restaurants !! I've covered almost every law firm in town! New friends meant spending time with them at the post office and on the weekends, this also means I've had thousands of cups.

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Life has changed beyond what you could have imagined. It was not only a massive change, but also a shock to some extent, as I joined my office immediately after my senior exams.

Wear formal most of the time

In college, he was never used to wearing formal clothes all the time. The new job meant wearing formal wear at least 5 days a week, so this meant a huge wardrobe change.

Eat out frequently

Work meant , my work takes me places especially restaurants !! I have covered almost every buffet in town ! New friends meant spending time with them post office and on weekends, this also means I’ve had thousands of cups of tea and coffee. Chai pe charcha has become a real thing !

Downside: I’ve ended up gaining a lot of weight, almost 20 kgs to be precise. I am now spending my lockdown time to dieting and exercising.

Travelling

My work requires me to travel which I absolutely love.

Compromising on Hobbies

I know everybody in this world can easily take out time for everything if they wanted to. But unfortunately, time has been an issue for me and I have found very less time to pursue my hobbies that include reading books, photography etc.

Pic below: Clicked by me and always pinned on my cubicle.

Zero Dating

Desafortunadamente, esto es algo en lo que nunca me he concentrado y casi lo ha eliminado. Siempre pensé que debería ir a por ello.

Compras

He estado en una juerga de compras desde que he estado trabajando y ahora he aprendido a finalmente controlarlo.

Actualmente estoy en un tren ... ayer por la noche cuando me acercaba a una estación ... sabía que tenía que conseguir algunos bocadillos por la noche. de todos modos llegué a la puerta en mi carruaje y vi a una anciana bloqueando el camino ...

"Dadi mei Nikal jaun neeche?"

“Haan beta… sun Mera ek kaam kar dega kya? .. ye paani ki bottle Bhar la na saamne se ”

I knew this train stops for 5 minutes at this station and if I was going to the water cooler to recharge it ... it may not be able to get anything for me ... so I walked past it ... ignoring that I even heard. .. but it was not like that 'I feel good ... I converted that instance ...

"Make bottle of Lao dadi"

I rushed into the water

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I am currently on a train ... last night as I was approaching a station ... I knew I had to get some snacks at night. anyway I got to the door in my carriage and saw an old woman blocking the way ...

"Dadi mei Nikal jaun neeche?"

“Haan beta… sun Mera ek kaam kar dega kya? .. ye paani ki bottle Bhar la na saamne se "

I knew this train stops for 5 minutes at this station and if I was going to the water cooler to recharge it ... it may not be able to get anything for me ... so I walked past it ... ignoring that I even heard. .. but it was not like that 'I feel good ... I converted that instance ...

"Make bottle of Lao dadi"

I rushed to the water cooler and stood in the que.. there were a lot of crowd and I was carefully waiting for my as well as looking at the train .. maybe after 4 minutes I filled the bottle and that's when the train started to move… I ran and got in .. I handed over the bottle to that lady … she was smiling .. she must have been 75 .. before she could say me anything I went to my seat and sat .

That's when I felt so good about myself!

I wasnt upset a bit for not able to get anything for me .. I knew there is always a next station… what felt good was I stopped and helped that lady .. when was the last time I did something like that? I have no clue … but God it felt so right … that smile on her face.. I knew she blessed me .. I just couldn't face her coz I knew I almost left initially.... little decisions matter…whether you agree to it or not… If I didn't help her .. maybe someone else would have… but it's about me.. what I did.. how many times we just ignore someone in need because who cares? Well they do!

I realized .. it's easy to care about ourselves and our family but it feels so good when we start to help others too! For no reason except you can and maybe they can't …

What I want to talk about was when I took control of the management of my brand. Everything you see in any store for sale with a brand name has a Brand Manager behind it. They are in charge of making the brand new and improved, introducing new items and advertising. He was an assistant brand manager (assistant, associate, brand, senior brand, director, vice president) and he was new. If you ever colored eggs on Easter, you used PAAS egg dye. It was my brand and I worked for a true mentor, Alan, a senior brand manager. We had developed a set of PASS toys, finger puppets and the like, to be

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I want to talk about was when I took control of the management of my brand. Everything you see in any store for sale with a brand name has a Brand Manager behind it. They are responsible for making the brand new and improved, introducing new items and the advertising. I was an Assistant Brand Manager (assistant, associate, brand, senior brand, director, V.P. president) and was brand new. If you ever colored eggs at Easter, you used PAAS egg dye. It was my brand and I worked for a real mentor, Alan, a senior brand manager. We had developed a set of PASS toys- finger puppets and the like- to be sold with the egg dye kits. Alan, had recently moved up to a director position. There was to be a big sales meeting at a nearby hotel with about 200 sales professionals. Lots of excitement. I heard that Alan was coming back to give the introductory speech.

I had not distinguished myself at the company. In fact, my first marketing plan was returned by the President for not being good enough. It just took a moment to decide what to do. I walked into my Director’s office and calmly said that Alan was gone and I am the brand representative. I should give the speech. The Director leaned back in his chair and smiled my gumption. I got the speech!

Fortunately, I had been Student Government President at the university (21,000 students) and I could give a good speech. I did. Standing ovation.

Later the Director danced into my office with a memo. It was from the V.P. He said Pat never writes these. I remember it saying, “My only regret was that the rest of the marketing department could not have been there to hear Richard’s enthusiasm.”

I went all in and have been winning for the last 38 years.

Life doesn't change whereas your outlook on life changes once you are employed.

Depending on your experience, you can either feel on top of a mountain - confident and independent (in case of good experience) or down in a valley - miserable and depressed (bad experience).

Eventually, it all depends on how you'd want to look at it.

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