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My Father's Office
If I could describe my father’s office in one Word, I would go for chaotic. Never-ending piles of books and paperwork cover his desk every day. My father is a hard working man who is never overwhelmed by work. Ever since I can remember he always finishes his daily tasks. Seeing him walk into his office is makes him seem like a hero, he calmly listens to every problem and most of the time he figures out a great solution. He doesn’t need vacation, because even if he has to accomplish any tasks he enjoys what he does. From typing a letter or fixing a machine, he is always there no matter what; he has to control an operation and have the ability to listen and understand. In his office supervision is not necessary, he’s a man with a complex mind and abstract organization he always know where things are at and he always knows what to do. There is no need for an expensive suit for people to inspire respect, respect is not bought he told me one day and by that I’ve been living. I know it takes a lot of confidence to do what he does. He’s a man that has people looking up to him, people that have expectations but that doesn’t makes him better than them he says for an office to work properly everyone has to be a team. He is always fair, once I asked him to give me a job, he told me to follow the proper application process. I did. After some days I received a call from his secretary, I was hired as a as a hand worker. I did not have enough education he said, if you want to climb high you have to start from the basics. His office is not only an office, for me it’s a school of life, my father; my boss is a teacher, working for him has taught me mostly amazing things, mostly life lessons. My boss always pushes everyone to do their best even if he’s had a bad day.
