I want to escape from here…. - WEEK 138

I want to escape from here….

Inspiration exists but it has to find you working. Pable Picasso

Oh yes, a weekend engagement that I say fits me like a glove, looking out the window of my room, seeing that it had started snowing outside like in the stories the memories of the worst job I ever had began to wash over me.

It all started in the summer of 2009, when I decided to give up my own business with my sister and to follow another path, although the business we had was going quite well I could not resist the pressure we had from state institutions (controls, fines, exaggerated rules, approvals, endorsements), this discouraged me to follow another path.

At least here in Romania, being at the beginning of your career, no one pays much attention to you, no one gives too much on you, and no one hires you from one day to the next, this is an overwhelming minus, instead of the state to support you at the beginning of your path in life, it more hinders you.

I was going through some not so good times with my business, I was not so confident in my own strengths and I didn't have so much hope that I would get a job offer, at that time I was willing to accept any offer, no matter how bad it was, I had no security or, in other words, I didn't have a guaranteed tomorrow (it's a Romanian saying).

What was I supposed to do?

I took it gradually by submitting my resumes to several places, I tried to find jobs that matched the training I had (so far I have not had the opportunity to practice exactly what I learned), time was passing, the pressure on me was increasing, I was checking email 50 times a day, I was not getting any feedback from those where I sent emails.

I was ready to accept any job.

One day I receive a phone call from the manager of a company in our community who wanted to meet us to discuss a possible job.

In my desperation, you can imagine that I accepted immediately (to stay a few months without a job, without money, without dreams, is extremely difficult), I went to the meeting with the administrator of the company and in a few days I was already employed by that company.

You may laugh at me, but I got a job at a stone quarry in the area where I live, what could I do if I had no other option.

The picture taken is exactly of the stone quarry where I was employed for the first time in my life.
The picture is real, unfortunately I couldn't take more pictures because it is private property and I didn't have access to the inside, I would have liked to show you where I had my first job.

Since the beginning I was not too excited about this job but if nothing else I accepted this position, I was hired as a TESA worker, that is to say I was a quality controller of the materials resulting from the stone breaking, besides that I was also responsible for the weighing of the trucks leaving the quarry.

My first salary as an employee was extremely low, around 120 euro/month and my working hours were 10 hours a day plus I worked on Saturdays.

I hated the job, I hated the manager, but in my mind I was thinking in the following way, to try to work in my own interest, to do my best to be better and better, to try to involve myself as much as possible in the good running of the company, so that at some point with the knowledge and experience gained here I could escape from this job.

It is simple to say but difficult to put into practice.

Why do I hate this job?

I used to work in a stone quarry, where heavy machinery used to circulate, it was noisy, dirty, but the worst was in summer, when there was a dust that you couldn't see two meters in front of you, when I researched more about how healthy it is to work in such an environment I found out that because of the inhaled dust you could get a lung disease, the disease was called silicosis.

I too was afraid I was going to get sick, I was always wearing a mask (in fact I think I changed dozens every day), wearing a mask all the time really irritated my face (when the sweat combined with the very fine dust I really scratched until I bled), this happened for about 4 years, not long, hehe.

What have I learned by working here?

First of all it was punctuality, secondly working with a lot of people I learned to work in a team to adapt to teamwork in any conditions, I became very organized, as a conclusion I say I had both to lose and to gain, even if I had a bad job I don't regret that I started my career this way.

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P.S. The attached pictures you have just seen are taken by me with my mobile phone, and the text is also designed by me.

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