I still remember the day six years ago when I was sitting in the living room with my parents discussing my future and new opportunities. How could we develop our two already successful businesses? We needed to be more financially stable to grow so we made the courageous decision to move to the UK. My dad helped out with his friend’s business and the idea of being able to open a third business was more possible than ever.
I decided that I wanted to move to the UK with my dad. The education system in my country was not as advanced and I wanted to better myself as much as possible. After battling through GCSEs and A-levels I came to the end of my education journey. I was now seeking full-time employment and a friend of mine recommended a recruitment agency that were seeking staff for their catering vacancies. Without a second thought I dived at the opportunity. I was pretty good at what I was doing and within only three months of working for them I was promoted to supervisor.
Now I imagine upon reading the title of this blog, images of some self-proclaimed, incredibly handsome, world class recruiter come to mind… While all of the above are true my title has a somewhat more modest story attached.
Growing up I would have been classed as a bit of a wild spirit by some, raving lunatic by others. With little to no regard for personal safety and a slightly selfish, thrill seeking personality, I spent most of my teenage years studying, partying, working various jobs and partying. At the near adult age of 21 I had a bombshell dropped on my utterly self-centred world “I’m pregnant” came the words every young man longs to hear… Being a rather pragmatic individual I hugged my girlfriend, smiled and cried with er joy…