Agora

So after submitting those performance reports I felt at ease, and yesterday I went into work with a rejuvenated sense of purpose; knowing that I've done everything I could and that I would have no regrets working as a fundraiser. Following the workday, assessments were held and my report was perhaps the strongest @ the workplace. I only have God to thank for. I do not believe that my will to carry on stemmed from my natural capacities. I honestly think that there was a 'prime mover' that edged me on ever so gently and resolutely.

So work begins in 2 minutes and here I am blogging through my phone. I am to submit my report consisting of my fundraising activities and efforts for the past month. I am quite nervous since the last one I submitted was comparatively sub-par. My colleagues are stellar employees and somehow I feel that I am on a lower level. They seem a lot more motivated, much more energized and all the credit goes to them. Now I can go on and make excuses about my unsatisfactory performance but I take all the blame because at times I felt like giving up. I am not going to lie because the job is hard and I felt like I was not cut out for front-line cold-calling. I was not prepared for humble pie most of the work week. I was/am arrogant and I have to fix it. Therefore, as I enter today's work and submit my report I will treat this as a fresh start, even though my time with this company is limited and coming to a close. I will prove to myself that I can be a good team player; that I can look ba

So it has been a while since my last blog post, and I have since experienced a cacophony of highs and lows; ups and downs.  Allow me to rant about several things that have constituted my so-called summer vacation. Being an employee in a fundraising company has been one of the most challenging episodes in my life thus far. The nature of cold-calling, knocking on doors and arranging appointments to pitch a cause is quite remorseless in that very few people are eager to reciprocate whatever passion you may still have about the cause at hand. Normally, that passion would've been depleted one week into the job; because there is just so much a human being can give and bear. Don't get me wrong, I am remunerated for what I do, but these 6-7 hour workdays have drained a lot from me. I, like many others, often spend my long commutes home hoping that what I am doing would amount to something at the end of day. Add in the high-ankle sprain injury which robbed me of a conference trip to