“You shouldn’t work for other people,” my father did tell me. “Always work for yourself. When you work for other people, you got to put up with all kinda t’ings. And you only filling their pocket.”
I been younger then, so, of course, I did know more than he. I been working in The Island, full o’ experience and stories about handling prima donna camera crews, about travels to expensive places and interviewing important men. When I take holiday-leave, I always come back home. And somehow, me and my father used to talk about business.
“That’s not true y’know, daddy,” I say. “Working for other people can give you good experience, you can learn a lot. Besides, you ain’t doing anybody a favour, you getting paid for your skills.”
He insist on being right, and though I didn’t agree I quell meself; don’t remember how or why, maybe we did both agree to disagree.
Over the years, I hear he life story. He was a country-boy learning a trade from a man who take them village boys’ labour for almost free.
The meaning of he experience finally mesh itself with mine many pay-cheques later.
Back-stabbers in The Island offices did completely shred the rosy film from me eyes.
Through we eyes now, and through the eyes of plenty people in me homeland, I can feel, I can see, how right my father was.
But for all that, I know that I too was right. Plenty people don’t have the discipline or the budgeting ability, or maybe the imagination, to create jobs for themselves. Working for others, people can learn all kinda skills. Then, maybe, they can take this home to develop their own business.
This get me wondering though...if we start we very own business, and want to get bigger and better, and need to employ staff, what kinda boss we would be?