I am an aspiring writer and blogger. However, writing is not the only thing I have done in my life. Most significantly I have worked in a RPO (Recruitment Process Outsourcing) for an overwhelming 2 days (12 hours combined). Well, it was a short ride, but not that I learnt nothing from it. I had no monetary benefits, but the experience was worthwhile. The things I learnt could only have been possible, only after doing the job. Here, I open my book:
1. Collecting money for Laptop is not a good enough reason to do a job you don’t like.
Working at an RPO was not my childhood dream, neither did my friend dreamt the same. My friend convinced me to give the job interview. I got lured into it, as the Rs. 8K salary (plus Incentives), would have been enough to get me a Laptop in quick time. The laptop drove me to the interview, and the first two days of job too, but that was it. The initial idea was to only work for about 6 months, but a cousin of mine has made a career of it, earning 6 times my offered salary. So, I thought I could go long, but..
Needless to say, I got no cash from my company, nor any other rewards except an experience to share.
2. Sitting in front of a computer is not the same in every circumstance.
One of the more important part of working in a RPO is, you need to go through an endless number of CVs. The purpose is to find the best employees for your clients. As I stated my cousins works in the same field, so I was aware of what the work was going to be like. But, it wasn’t long before I found out that playing Soccer or Cricket on your PC is never the same as running through a series of unending résumés.
When you love something (say like writing and reading in my case), I with my gadgets could go through the day with ease, but going through job sites, looking at CVs to search for suitable project managers is never the same (a thing I didn’t like).
3. We need to be professional with everything we do.
The two days I went to work were Thursday and Friday, the next working day was Monday – the day when I would have possibly signed my contract, and commitment bond (It meant I couldn’t have left the job for 1 year). Well, I never showed up again to my employer. Why should I go to tell them? “I know I don’t want to do this, so why even care to let them know.” I thought, it was cool to leave your job [at your own terms].
Well, they would have easily found another employee. I have other stuff to do as well. But, who knows? Who has seen the future? I might need a job in the future, and I sure have an employer less. The reason being because I burnt the bridge myself. Even if I would never need them, it was my responsibility to let them know.
Now, I would love to travel back into time, and tell them politely that I was not fit for the job at the point. But, then we all make mistakes, don’t we?
4. Dawn is an awesome part of the day.
Working in a RPO in India is not a 9am to 5pm job, but a 8pm to 4am job (with little variations). So, returning home from work the second day (I got a midnight dispersal, the first day), for the first time in some time, I walked feeling the gentle cold-breeze during the dawn. I had to walk back home, as you don’t get auto-rickshaws (the little tuk-tuks) this early in small towns such as mine, I realized why people meditate, feeling the breeze in the dim light and empty paths (normally so hard to find in India during day time). It was an absolute delight. An experience I would really recommend to have, just to feel the moments inexpressible in words.
5. Talking of traffic…
As I said (or did I), I walked back home both days. I really like to walk. The one thing I found was that my city had more traffic on road at around 1am than 4am.
The First day, while walking back between 00:30hours and 0100 hours, I saw plenty of vehicles. On the streets, it almost felt much earlier. I even saw a group of lads dancing to the DJ in a street of my locality (200 metres from my home), most certainly drunk, possibly celebrating something (maybe my job recruitment. Could be?).
The second day walking back, I saw nothing happening. It was still dark, it was chilly (thankfully) and I felt that everyone was an idiot to miss that, but then I have never went to a morning walk since.
“Early to bed, early to rise. Makes Jack..” It seems nobody remembers, not even me.
6. It’s either one way or the other.
You either love what you do, or you don’t. In my case, I realized I did not want to keep moving on that track, rather another which I thought even though offered dim light, but it was as enthralling as that morning walk. Your family will hate you for being so irresponsible, but eventually they will understand you, support you. If they don’t, one will still have to start taking decisions some day. I just could not spoil my present, just to get something which could provide pleasure in the future.
Life is much better for me writing (and hopefully earning) and sharing all my experiences, telling stories. I regret it some days, just when I think how important money is, having seen how difficult life can be without enough of it. But, then you don’t know what’s enough. I don’t know if I was right, but I also can’t imagine me doing the job. I can’t imagine me doing anything else than writing, sharing my stories. I made the decision and I will accept the consequences, even though I will keep getting frequent reminders how much more could I have been earning right now. Although, I will also remember those two days with a smile every time.
7. It’s a tough life!
That’s not a depressing statement, rather just shows that I’m worried – kind of. I have always hated the idea of JOBS, and after those 2 days, I really don’t know how it’ll work out in future.
Although, maybe I will find something – but then I’m already a bit too old for still being confused. That’s the reality and I can’t change that, but I’m hopeful still that someday I will be a multibillionaire. Not exactly that – but when I am dying, I just want to have this feeling that “it was worth making death wait.”