I want to be...

Dearest readers, it is my honor to share with you this third installment of my blog, which this time is about my dream job. I do hope you have stored the best liqueurs for this wonderful occasion. As you will know very well, gentle reader, before we begin with today's topic, let's go with the music. (I was inspired by the writing of Lady Whistledown, the anonymous popular writer who details the gossip of the high society of Bridgerton)

“After so long I’m still here. Something older from so much living. I’ve learned the lesson the hard way. That in my failure only I rule. Ever since I was little I always wanted to be. The bad of the stories and losing. The fear of being myself for wanting. Be metalhead. And I swear to you that I haven’t stopped fighting. To be able to sing” (El aplauso herido - Mägo de Oz) 

My dream job. I think I mentioned something about this in my previous blog when I wrote “Twelve years, one decision”. If you haven’t read it, dear reader, I must tell you that I mentioned there, and I allow myself to quote my past self: “When I was a child. I was about 7 years old when I remember being asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said “negociera”, meaning merchant, but at that time, that word was a very sophisticated language for my vocabulary”. So, that is my answer to what my dream job is.

I have always liked selling things. I like serving people who buy and counting money. Not just for the money but because I love math, it’s great, although most people hate it. I liked to add up the total and give change. I wouldn’t care if they didn’t pay me to sell in a store because it’s something I love doing. When I was in high school I sold Fruna products but I always imagined myself working in some small store where not only my classmates would buy, but many other people.

When I turned 18, actually about 15 days before my birthday number 18, one of my uncles offered me a job attending to the little store that he had just opened. I accepted it was one of my dreams to attend a store. I attended the store sacredly every weekend from 9 to 21 hours, and in the week when he asked me and was free, I was happy to go to work. The store was less than 10 minutes by bike from my house. I would get up at 8, and those who know me know that my sleep is sacred, so imagine how much I loved my job to sacrifice my precious hours of sleep.

Even on holidays I worked. If you look at the 2021 calendar and see the holidays from August onwards, you will know how many holidays I worked. Yes, I worked on September 18, Christmas, and New Year, and no, I’m not crazy, I just love working in a store. And I didn’t do it for the money, money is the least important thing, I did it because I enjoyed doing it. When I had to come to study in Santiago it was one of the saddest moments of my life because I couldn’t work anymore. But my uncle told me to let him know every time I went to Temuco I should let him know in case he needed help with the store. And every time I travel south I work 2 or 3 days.

In case you are wondering why I study Biochemistry it has nothing to do with sales, it is because I fulfilled my dream of working in a store, I already became a “negociera” and now I am studying a major that I like because it encompasses my other interests.

“Life is full of sorrow, joy. It’s a spiral that never ends. That I follow my dreams, that I fight for them. And I left the envious with neck. […] You have to get psyched up so that you don’t decline. Do what you want with heart and soul” (Piuke - Luanko ft. Santaferia)

Well, dear and gentle reader, that has been this week’s special announcement. This author must rest and prepare for the next installment, which will be very soon.

Yours Truly,

Sakin Povea M