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Growing up is slowly putting out the fire inside of me. I can see why people always encourage others to go after their dreams. Either they just say because they think that they should say it or they have been there and experienced the slow death of the their dreams firsthand. I don't feel passionate about my job, and that's okay. I'm just worried that it will demolish the little bit of youthfulness and desire I have left that I want to put to good use. I still want to help people and change lives.
All this being said, I found that spark today deep inside. I was at work and absolutely nothing amazing had happened. This young Hispanic guy came in with his dad, who was apparently either teaching him English or didn't know as much. Either way, he came in, attempt to ask me in English for a withdrawal, but forgot the words for it. He left and came back to see me with all the information and did an excellent job. For whatever reason, when he was doing all of that and forming the sentences and genuinely trying, I was really happy to help him. I wanted to help him. And my heart broke a little when he left because he said "Sorry for the bad English." I told him he did a great job and meant it. After all the lazy ass people I encounter every day who won't even fill out their deposit slips because "It takes too long and that's just too much trouble", I was beyond happy to help the teenage boy who wanted to use his English and give it a shot.
Working with people right now is such a love/hate relationship.
All this being said, I found that spark today deep inside. I was at work and absolutely nothing amazing had happened. This young Hispanic guy came in with his dad, who was apparently either teaching him English or didn't know as much. Either way, he came in, attempt to ask me in English for a withdrawal, but forgot the words for it. He left and came back to see me with all the information and did an excellent job. For whatever reason, when he was doing all of that and forming the sentences and genuinely trying, I was really happy to help him. I wanted to help him. And my heart broke a little when he left because he said "Sorry for the bad English." I told him he did a great job and meant it. After all the lazy ass people I encounter every day who won't even fill out their deposit slips because "It takes too long and that's just too much trouble", I was beyond happy to help the teenage boy who wanted to use his English and give it a shot.
Working with people right now is such a love/hate relationship.