"Be proud of what you do," my father always told me. "whether you a real boss or cleaner." When I was 15. I got a summer job in a hospital. I was told that my duties would include sweeping floors. I smiled and remembered Dad's words.
Even though my job was the lowest, it made me feel excited. I saw it as a challenge because it was my first job. I learned to be on time and tried to do everything well. In return. I was treated with respect by doctors, nurses and patients. Each morning I imagine that the dirty dishes would make patients more sick if I were not there to wash them clean. After breakfast was done, I started sweeping the floors of all patients' rooms and cleaning toilets. Though I was tired. I wanted the job to be done well. People would say. "That young boy really does a good job." That gave me a pride.
Working in the hospital taught me that being proud of one's job is important. lt does not matter whether the job is sweeping floors or managing a large business. Through every job I have ever had, my father's words have always stayed with me. I have swept floors. And I have been a manager. I think Dad would be proud of me.
