Work Life

Work, work, work. A job is necessary to provide oneself with income which can be used to assuage the needs of life. Thats why i came to this country, to find that job that would provide me with personal and professional growth while soothing my wallet's appetite. I wont lie, its hard to find a job in Jamaica where i'm coming from, but in New York its a whole new game. Jobs are equally, if not harder, to find in the Big Apple. However, there are a plethora of available jobs in the state. TD Bank, PNC, super markets, Regus, and Reuters, you name the company and their HR department probably has my resume on record.

Within a month of moving to the city i landed a job as a executive management trainee at The Alta Vista group. Sounds nice huh? But it wasn't as sweet as it sounded... This job focused on person to person marketing to raise funds for one of Alta Vista's commissioners, Children International. Everyday i would visit a new territory and solicit sponsors for children living in poverty stricken countries around the world.

I started this job on September 11th, a significant day in US history for obvious reasons, and at the end of that day my feet ached from excessive power walking. But i'm not one to complain so i trudged on and was present on day two. After the first week i got accustomed to being on my feet for 10 hours and  looking back, i guess my bulging calves could be attributed to this job and the daily cardio that it provided me with. I wanted to leave from day one, but helping kids was something that appealed to me. I have been helping less fortunate children voluntarily, so why not do it for a living? The environment at the office also contributed to my staying on board. I was working with the most diverse set of coworkers in my life. Mexicans, Africans, Ecuadorians, Hondurans, Italians, Spaniards and Trinis (thank god for the Caribbean connection). I was the token Jamaican and everyone loved me because of my accent, swag and personality. I was known as "Yeh Mon" to my coworkers who asked me daily to teach them some new yardie lingo. "Yuzimi!" "Wha gwan!" "Zeen!," and "Likkle more!" where my favorite phrases to teach to the wannabee Jamaicans. I guess Jamaicans are really cool. Thanks Bob.

Working everyday in the streets fueled my knowledge of city even more. Within the first few weeks of employment I had been to Delancy, Astoria, St Albans, Ozone Park, and some other places that I can't remember at the moment. I can't forget to give kudos to my guide; Google Maps! Always ensuring I knew which train, bus and roads to take in order to arrive at my destination. I worried incessantly about getting lost, but nope! Not once was i lost except on one occasion due to an incorrectly inputted address.

The head honchos at the Alta Vista Group informed me that this executive trainee program would pave the way form to run my own marketing office and they sold the dream very well. Not just to me, but to everyne else looking for success. This augmented my reason to stay with the company.

Coercing people to sign up to sponsor a child was not an easy task though. The program had systems that allowed us to go circumvent the objections of potential donors and heighten our chances of getting them to support. However, not everyone was good at soliciting sponsors. I was included in this collection. "Keep a positive attitude" they said, but after pitching for more than a month and only getting a few sponsors, its almost impossible to stay perky. But despite this i did utmost my best to keep smiling and exude a positive attitude at every door i knocked.

With talk of my performance buzzing around i decided it was time to preempt the big wigs and hand in my resignation, and now i'm back on the prowl for a job with my positive attitude in hand.

Several applications have been distributed and my fingers are crossed on all of them...