Through an interesting childhood, I’ve entered the working world very young. As an immigrant I used to work the onion fields with my parents as young as 9 years old. I was never really good at it. I’m sure I was only there because there was no babysitter. Not limited to onions, we also picked tomatoes strawberries, and whatever else that was in season. Then later in life I’ve helped my family by sewing garments, and what not. After a twist of faith and a horrible fallout with both my parents I became homeless and hitched a ride to the east coast where cash jobs (under the table work) was abundant and easy to acquire. So at a tender age of 15 I was working at various manufacturing plants and odd jobs to survive. Now what would a 15 y/o do with all that money you ask? Well, what else would a young adolescent with no adult supervision do with $3-$500 a week. PARTY!!!. Needless to say with shady bodegas on every corner, buying cigarettes and alcohol was not hard for a young man with money. Yes I’ve became an alcoholic. But that’s another story.
I’ve worked many jobs in my life, and have managed allot of people in my time. But I’ve never let that power go to my head. I’ve always worked with a mentality that I rather have my workers respect me then fear me. As I would never ask them to do what I wouldn’t do myself, and if I’m not working hard I don’t expect my workers to.
In the past couple of years I found myself working non – stop to provide my children the life I’ve never had. That’s when home was a place to sleep and to change clothes. And every now and then I would be able to spend quality time with my kids. I love my kids, and besides being a great looking human being, I’ve also been called a great father.
Recently I’ve found yet another job which doesn’t required as much of my time as my previous job. And even though I’m working less. I still feel as though I’m living to work. I remember when i stumbled into working in a restaurant and was cooking for a living. I’ve looked forward to going to work more then I’ve felt otherwise. I loved that job. Even though severely underpaid and over worked. I never really felt that i was really working. I guess that what they mean by
” if your doing what you love. You’ll never work a day in your life.”
I thrive for that feeling again. Im currently working on a couple of projects. That will hopefully get me to where i need to be. Where do i need to be? I need to work to live, and stop living to work. My goal is to start doing something that I’ll love to do. So i will never “work” again. Thanks for reading my thoughts.
Now it time to get back to my game Racing Rivals lol.
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