It's not about the money...

Often we work for the money, not the love. Over the years I have come to realise that it isn't about the money, it's about joy, happiness, satisfaction and the feeling that we are doing something "worth while". The first job that I had when I graduated from university was as a teacher at a learning centre, called TBG Learning. I have to say that it was possibly the best job I have ever had because the people I worked with were fantastic. When I made the decision to leave TBG I didn't realise just how much of a family unit I was leaving behind. At TBG we were a crew, a bunch of low paid, like minded teachers who like to have a laugh. Although I enjoyed the job because I loved my students, my friends kept me going, through the tough times, both at work and in my personal life.
We all had our different personalities but as we came together we were one in terms of friendship. There was Steve, often jokingly referred to as my Godfather as he looked after me, and the rest of the crew, kind of our leader (in work and outside!) and very passionate about teaching. Lucilia, the Portugese sexy mama who loved a gossip over a nice cool glass of Rose. Parimal, my enemy at work, my best friend outside, we loved to wind eachother up, but had (and still do) such a good vibe when around eachother. Saheka, cute in so many ways, looks, heart and care, she was the listener, she let me chew off her ears with all my problems, and still managed to look cute. Lucky, the one with the bum, lol...I am sure me and Lucila used to perve on him a bit, lol...but such a dedicated partner and father, who loved his partner and family as much as he loved dark alley ways!!! Brian, a mysterious guy that was secrective, but so good at salsa and dancing (he kept that a secret too, only to be discovered at the Christmas party) and there was David, great, intelligent guy, who occasionally made a visit to the pub with us. Finally there was me, the baby of the crew who was new to the game fresh out of university with so much admiration for my friends and love, work just wasn't work with them around. Unfortunately, me being me, I made the wrong choice yet again and decided to leave TBG, only to later realise that I missed my friends. They knew me, they loved to do the things that I did, and we had fun together, laughed together, and when we lost someone who was so special to us all, we cried together. Now I realise. We were all happy together.
So forget the joys of making money the hard way by slaving away next to some competitive hound who only wants to stamp on your foot any opportunity they get...work with people who support you, through the good and bad times, who make your day go quickly and are ready to have a good time after work. People that help you forget what a fool of yourself you made the night before, and remember the good times you have had as a unit. A team. A family.
Lots of hugs xoxo