Hello, #freewriters #community
Today I'm here to participate in the #dailyprompt about applying for the wrong job. Well, I'll tell you that I started applying from the first moment I chose the accounting and finance career. That is, since I finished high school.
In reality, it's not like I had much to choose from: Accounting, IT, emerging teacher or a pre-scholarship.
What I had was a lack of advice. I didn't know myself very well either and I let myself be influenced by others. They told me that, since I liked math, that was the right career for me.
My ideal job.
Well, that's not the case.
My ideal job would never have closed office hours. My ideal job would be related to art and foreign languages. It would be related to traveling.
To give you an idea, one day when I was looking for a new job, because I had asked for leave from where I worked as an accountant and I didn't want to continue in that profession, they offered me to apply for a "dream" position: senior accounting specialist at a hotel. The pay they offered me was higher than my previous jobs combined and it was just a few blocks from my house.
I already told you, it was a dream job.
I didn't want to. I already told you, I didn't want to keep working 8 hours sitting in a chair, but I had been without a fixed salary for a while, I had to think more about my family than about myself.
At that time I had long hair, a beard and I loved working listening to rock.
I tell you this because that's how I went to the job interview, applied and they repeated to me the large sum of money I would earn.
A few days later they called me to tell me that the job was mine and that I had to start the next day: shaved and shaved.
That should have given me the first clue that I should have declined the offer. However, I shaved and shaved. I already told you, I was thinking about my family.
When I started working, everything was going well at first. Suddenly, I met the hotel management and realized that they were military. The list of what I couldn't do was much longer than I could. But the worst came at the end of the month, when I received the lowest salary of my working life. Because everything they had promised me was just that, a promise of the long-term projection of what we would earn in the future.
Needless to say, I didn't last much longer there. I immediately asked for leave.
But the damage was already done. I still had no fixed salary, I lost a month of life and I had cut my long hair. That was what hurt me the most.
So, friends of #hive, think carefully before applying for a job, before choosing a career and do a lot of research when you want something.
And don't cut your hair, no matter how much they ask you to.
Spanish version
Hola, #comunidad de #freewriters
Hoy vengo a participar en el #dailyprompt sobre aplicar al trabajo equivocado. Bueno, les comentaré que yo comencé a aplicar desde el primer momento en que escogí la carrera de contabilidad y finanzas. O sea, desde que terminé secundaria.
En realidad, tampoco es que tenía mucho para escoger: Contabilidad, informática, profesor emergente o un pre becado.
Lo que tenía era falta de asesoramiento. Tampoco me conocía mucho y mee dejaba influenciar por los demás. Me dijeron que, como me gustaba la matemática, pues esa era mi carrera indicada.
Mi trabajo ideal.
Pues no es así.
Mi trabajo ideal nunca tendría horario de oficina cerrado. Mi trabajo ideal estaría relacionado con el arte y con los idiomas extranjeros. Estaría relacionado con viajar.
Para que tengan una idea, un buen día en que estaba buscando trabajo nuevo, pues había pedido la baja de donde trabajaba como contador y no quería continuar en ese oficio, me ofrecieron aplicar para una plaza “de ensueño”: especialista principal de contabilidad en un hotel. La paga que me ofrecieron era mayor a la de mis anteriores trabajos sumados y era a pocas cuadras de mi casa.
Ya les dije, de ensueño.
Yo no quería. Ya les dije, no deseaba seguir trabajando 8 horas sentado en una silla, pero llevaba un tiempo sin salario fijo, tuve que pensar más en mi familia que en mí.
Por aquel entonces tenía el pelo largo, barba y me encantaba trabajar escuchando rock.
Eso se lo digo porque de ese modo fui a la entrevista de trabajo, apliqué y me repitieron la gran suma de dinero que ganaría.
Días después me llamaron para decirme que el trabajo era mío y que debía incorporarme al día siguiente: pelado y afeitado.
Ya eso debió darme la primera pista de que debí declinar la oferta. Sin embargo, me pelé y afeité. Ya les dije, pensaba en mi familia.
Cuando comencé a trabajar, todo iba bien al inicio. De repente, conocí a la dirección del hotel y me di cuenta que eran militares. La lista de lo que no podía hacer era mucho más larga de lo que podía. Pero lo peor vino a fin de mes, cuando cobré el salario más bajo de mi vida laboral. Porque todo lo que me habían prometido, era solo eso, una promesa de la proyección a largo plazo de lo que cobraríamos en un futuro.
De más está decirles que no duré mucho más ahí. Enseguida pedí la baja.
Pero el daño ya estaba hecho. Seguía sin salario fijo, perdí un mes de vida y me había cortado mi pelo largo. Eso era lo que más me dolió.
Así que, amigos de #hive, piénselo bien antes de aplicar a un trabajo, antes de escoger una carrera e investiguen mucho cuando quieran algo.
Y no se corten el pelo, por más que se lo pidan.
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