<p>You're Fired!</p>
<p>Have you ever experienced a situation in which incompetence gets the best of you? Well, I certainly did. It is of utmost depressing and mortifying to not succeed in a given position. The experience that deprived me of my self-confidence rendered me completely traumatized in the face of action.</p>
<p>Relaxing on my bed, covered with thin sheets with the air conditioning blowing my strains away and unburdened by any responsibilities, I was having the jubilant time of my life. Sadly, all good times will eventually undergo shocking turning points.</p>
<p>My mother, the restaurant manager, came home one day, exhausted from work and clothes covered in food stains. She said, in grave tone with rage, "You either come help me in the restaurant or get a job," for her exhaustion was the cause of my indolence. I was completely aware my time of relaxation was of a memorable past now that I faced a new task ahead. It was obvious that searching for a job the next day was imminent. On my way to the employment agency, my arrogance made me focus only on the riches I would obtain instead of on the difficulties of the job. As a result, my over confidence rendered me unfocused on my job the next day.</p>
<p>As I went to my occupation, the restaurant was splendid---it was huge with its eclectic plant displays and multiple adorned tables meticulously arranged. However, on the downside, the employees found me detestable. There was a great disparity among our ages; they were experienced chefs in the mid-forties, while I was merely a seventeen year old apprentice. When my labor began, I was overwhelmed by the plethora of customers who came. I was not able to attempt multiple phone calls or pass out orders to the customers on time. The employer, as expected, wasn't satisfied. During break, I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I stared at myself, the incompetent self who couldn't handle a single responsibility correctly, and started shedding bits of tears. It's uncommon for a male to sob, but the pressure was too overwhelming. Afterwards, I sucked my tears up and went back to work, wanting to give my best while it lasted. As I looked at the employees, their eyes were looking at me with hatred; they couldn't stand to see a silly kid who thought the job was of nothing but a play. I never imagined the job as a game; I was very serious.</p>
<p>Yet, it was of no surprise that my mother's prescience on my employment became an undeniable reality. It began when an enormous set of customers came bursting into the restaurant like a stampede of wild pigs fighting over food. I just stood there, mesmerized by the size, unable to approach with agility. After the customers were being dealt with, the employer gave me my paycheck---seventy dollars to be exact. I knew at that moment I was no longer needed and I gave him a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I've never approach so much customers at once." He returned with comfort, "It's ok, not everyone can handle this without much experience." Getting fire on my first job on the first day in six hours was embarrassing. I wasn't even able to accomplish the whole twelve hours of labor. I really felt worthless like a loser. As I went home, I was scolded by my mother for not listening to her and was laughed by my sisters.</p>
<p>After this experience, I was no longer influenced by my arrogance. Till this day, I work every day alongside with my mother in hoping to become an adept employee one day. I believe that nothing would get me further than defeat and determination.</p>