I have to go through the entire weekend before I can afford a birthday cake
IT’S that time of the year again. I’m really not keen on it. It isn’t that I hate it or anything like that. I just feel short-changed.
We have soldiered through the first six months and if we look back over our shoulder, do we really feel like facing the next six months?
I’m going to be honest with you, I’m in a “sluggish” mode. I feel like I have given my all already started the year with a bang but now my energy is depleted.
Good thing then that I’m going off on leave soon.
I’m looking more forward to that than the next six months.
The reason I feel short-changed is that my birthday falls in this horrible period.
Growing up it either fell on the last day of the school term or in the holidays. This year it falls on Friday which means it’s three days before payday!
And, this year I was dealt a double whammy – I have to go through the entire weekend before I can afford a birthday cake!
Could my mom not have planned my birth any better and had me at least a week earlier?
But, be that as it may, birthdays don’t mean much to me. All it is is getting older. Ask me now how old I am, and I will have to work it out.
All I do know is that I don’t fit into the youth category anymore. So there goes my funding for any potential business I want to launch.
I’m going to be totally honest with you now – and you can dispute this if you want to – we never had half the opportunities that our young people have today.
If you were a girl growing up in my era you didn’t have half of the opportunities boys had. It was a given – well in my family anyway – if you were a boy you went to university.
Not us girls.
The ink had barely dried on your final exam paper and your mother was carting you off all around town to collect an application form.
In those days it wasn’t about a fancy CV. Nope you got an application form and filled it in. That’s how you got a job back then. You were also told that you are not coming out of the business without an application form regardless if they were hiring or not.
Then it was off home to fill in the application forms and take them back.
You were also told if you didn’t manage to find a job you had to leave the comforts of home. Fortunately I secured my little post office job before I even wrote my final matric exam.
Thinking back, with those prospects on my horizon, I wasn’t really motivated to perform academically. And believe me, am I sorry today.
That is why I applaud big businesses today who are going all out to support our youth.
We all know what the economy is like today and regardless of your academic accolades, the prospects of finding a job is slim to none.
You have to go out there and make it happen for yourself.
What is heartening is that the youth are taking the opportunities available to them and various companies are stepping in to help them out.
This, however, needs to be an ongoing process and old people like me who have built up the experience should be standing up and mentoring the young guns.
So even though this is a bit of melancholy time for me, I am (somewhat) motivated by the energy of our youth.
Maybe all I need is a kick in the butt from a young person to see me through the next six months.