Why I Left SAP [part 2]

Today… 2 PM… raining…

“Oh, by the way…,” exclaimed one of my colleagues at DHL [we are going out of the office, to have some fresh air]. “I love your blog!”

“Oh, thank you, bro,” I said.

“I loved your last post… about… eeehm…” he made a thoughtful pause, looking down, trying to remember the title of it.

“About your last job… ”

“SAP,” I completed his sentence.

“Yeah…,” he looked at me and smiled, as if making fun of SAP.

“You know why I like your blog? Because your stories are taken from your REAL LIFE, real experience. It`s so interesting to read it. I read your blogs even though I hate READING in general.”

“Ahaha! I’m happy you like it, man”, I smiled again.

“But you know…,” he decided to criticise me a little bit.

“In that situation with your manager you weren’t completely innocent either. You should’ve discussed your work hours with management. Don’t you think?”

“But I never said that I made no mistake. There was a misunderstanding between me and my manager. I messed up too,” I said.

[I admit my fault. I really do.]

“But it’s normal to make mistakes like this,” I said thinking in my head “especially when it’s only the SECOND WEEK at your job”.

“And If EVERY TIME I make a mistake,” I continued. “My manager will be YELLING at me like that, I can never work at such place. Even this company is fucking Google [or any other fancy company you dream of working for].”

“Oh yeah. That makes sense. Nobody has a right to treat you like that,” he agreed with me.

I want you to understand this: I didn’t leave SAP because they didn’t allow me “to come to work whenever I want”.

I left SAP because my manager was SHOUTING at me, making me feel MISARABLE in the eyes of other people.

Just think about this:

We are spending almost HALF of our lives at work.
Don’t you want to spend it with people that you LIKE?

Sometimes at work I get to do tasks that I absolutely HATE doing. But I still do them, because I’m PAID for it. I need to get my salary at the end of the month and pay my bills.

But I will NEVER work with PEOPLE whom I DON`T LIKE.

[especially if that person is my boss]

Why I Left SAP or #1 Reason Why People Leave Their Jobs

[I actually left SAP in July… decided to publish it on my blog only today.]

“How come are you here? We were looking for you. You have a schedule, right?” she yelled me in front of everybody, when I was passing by the kitchen.

“But… I have flexible working hours. My contract is a STUDENT contract, which allows me to be at university part of the day,” — that’s what I thought IN MY HEAD.

But I replied to her only this: “I’m coming from University…” hoping that she will read my thoughts.

“You can’t come to work like this… whenever you want!” she shouted at me again, making me feel rather miserable.

This is when I understood that I cannot work at this place anymore. After 2 days, I resigned.

[as I was still on probation period, my contract allowed me to leave the job on a such short notice].

Last year I remember reading a business article in one of the Australian journals [something like “Forbes”, but less fancier]. The article was saying: “statistically, in about 90 percent of the cases, employees leave the jobs NOT because of the company or salary. They leave the job because of the MANAGER.”

That is so freaking true.

Because if I look back, and remember all the times when I left all my previous jobs… The only big reason for my resignation was my MANAGER [@my_managers, no offence.]

Thank God, in August I was offered a job at DHL [for a muslim… “Alhamdulillah” is the word here].

So now, when people ask me “why did you leave SAP? People dream of working for this company!”, I like responding to them: “I just got a better offer from DHL. More salary. More interesting position: Project Manager.”

Actually, this is true: I really got a better offer.

So proud of this. Now I`m a “Project Manager” [funny part is: I don`t even have a degree yet 😄].

Apple or Huawei

In this world there are two types of people:
1. People who LOVE Apple products.
2. People who HATE Apple products.

[well, there are the third type of people too, like my grandma, who don`t really care about Apple at all.]

The other day we went to Alza [tech shop in Prague] with a friend of mine. He wanted to get a WATCH for himself.

This shop is so big that you can literally find equipments starting from smart FRIDGES to electric TOOTHBRUSHES.

“Hey, there are so many people in here right now,” he complained.

“Well, there are ALWAYS loads of people in this shop,” I thought.

There was one section… with all Apple products: Macbooks, iPhones, iPads, Apple keyboards, airpods.

I approached this section of the shop. Got to touch “gently” the delicate surface of Apple keyboard.

“You like Apple, huh?”

“Yeah, kind of…” I said, although I knew that he belongs to the second type of people [meaning, he hates Apple].

“They are so expensive… it`s simply ridiculous. You can get the same performance paying half of the price to Huawei or Lenovo.”

I just smiled him off. I didn`t want to argue.

But if I did want to argue, I would say: “You CANNOT get the same performance from other tech brands.”

I used HP and Dell laptops. I used smartphones of Samsung and Lenovo. I also used iPhone.

[and I am writing this blogpost on a Mac].

I can say [being a hundred percent sure] this one thing:

Macbook is much more faster, smoother… simply better than HP, Lenovo, or any other computer with the same RAM, processor, and all other technical specifications [because Apple, unlike any other company, develops BOTH software and hardware ON ITS OWN. That`s why Apple products have so much fewer troubles working smoothly.]

Regarding iPhone… right now I am using Huawei Honor 8, and I am pretty happy with it. For the last year that I have been using it, I had no problems with its performance. It is really good.

[but if I could afford an iPhone, I would get one 😛]

That being said, the choice of technology is a very personal choice. What is the best smartphone or computer FOR YOU totally depends on YOUR OWN preferences and needs… depends on what you use your smartphone for.

However, I found out for myself that Apple products are the ones I want. 🙂

“Friends”

“Fatimah, I want to tell you something,” he said.

They were in a small cafe with 3 cozy sofas, a small kitchen in the basement, and one waiter.

Table. Two cups of tea.

“You are the most amazing girl I`ve ever met in my life,” his hands were shaking. “And I`m afraid… so afraid… that I might not be able to…. find a girl… like you… ever again.”

He was so stressed that he couldn`t even look at Fatimah`s eyes as he was saying this.

He thought to himself: “I should smile at her… so she understands that I`m totally honest.” and he literally “forced” the muscles on his face to smile [it was really difficult].

Fatimah noticed his struggle.

“I really think that I love you…,” he finally muttered.

She was looking at him, with her head bent to the left and with a subtle smile on her face. She was feeling happy… but surprised.

[Why happy? Because she just heard the most beautiful words, from a guy she likes.]
[Why surprised? Because she didn`t expect it that day.]

Fatimah lowered her eyes… thought for a second.

Ali got a feeling that she became sad. But he couldn’t understand why.

Then she looked at him and said, “I can only be FRIENDS with you. Right now I cannot go beyond that. Sorry.”

He felt his heart broke down, really. After all, it was the first time he fell in love with somebody so seriously.

[to be continued]

Little daughter

“I am getting married, bro 🙂,” my schoolmate messaged me from Uzbekistan like 2 years ago. I was studying in the Czech Republic.

“Congrats, my friend!” I messaged him back. I was honestly happy for him with all my heart.

Last week he messaged me on Instagram: “Qizlik bo`ldim o`rto.” [“My daughter was born, man.”]

His daughter [!!!] was born last week.

With this friend of mine we spent 5 years, sitting at one desk at school [a middle-school]. We are at the same age. And he is saying that he is now a FATHER.

“Bro…,” I messaged him. “I am so happy for you. Let her have a long life!”

I always thought that we would be together whole life [I mean, with this friend of mine]. That we would marry in the same year. That our kids would be of the same age. That our kids would go to the same school [as we did].

I was so young and naive.

If somebody of my age, who sat at the same desk with me at school, got married and already got a child [A CHILD! I still can`t get used to that], then does that mean that I should “hurry up”?

Am I legging behind? Is it time for me to be more WORRIED about building a family and things like that?

….

I had those thoughts for several moments.

But… I remember somebody told me… [I know it`s gonna be funny now… but, anyway]

Barack Obama became a President when he was 47 years old.

Donald Trump — when he reached 70.

Does that mean that Mr Obama did better than Mr Trump? That Obama is smarter, luckier, more hard-working than Trump?

“Age means nothing. It is just a number.”

To reach success, some people take it longer than others.

I came to learn that every person has a different destiny. Everybody has his own way.

So… I guess, I am doing just fine. Time will come and I will be a FATHER too 😉

$10,000 a month?

“I always wanted to have my own company,” explained the CEO [or “Director”, if you want].

We were on a business trip in Berlin, Germany [last month]. Even though I don`t work for his company, he invited me to go along with his team to a german conference. “We need somebody who speaks German,” he told me, inviting me. “All the costs of the trip are on me… if you have time, of course.”

I was honestly happy to go to this trip with him. One of the reasons: I wanted to get some advice from an experienced businessman, regarding the business school that I am planning to go for my Masters next year.

I accepted his invitation. The next week… We went to Germany.

“Do you think investing $50,000 in business school is worth it?” I asked him, as we were standing at the stand of his company in Berlin conference.

“Yeah, I think it is,” he said. “Any investment in YOURSELF is worth it.”

“But… I mean, it is not little money after all…”

He nodded and said: “I understand that. Let me put it this way: If I were you, I would go to a good business school without hesitation and get a Management degree.”

I kept silence and listened to him attentively.

“Look,” he continued. “After you graduate from the business school, you will find a job on a management position. You will have a management career.”

I felt like I was at the lecture of a business “professor” at university. But this lecture was different than any other lecture at uni. It was INTERESTING, because this professor [unlike many others] has actual EXPERIENCE running his own business.

“After some 10 years of management experience, you might even get into the board of top management of some company. The average salary of these guys is around $50,000.”

At this moment he stopped, looked down as if thinking about something and then said, “You know, I always wanted to manage my own company. But if you work for somebody [as a manager], that is not bad either. You will manage NOT YOUR OWN company, but you will manage a company of SOMEBODY ELSE.”

He smiled at this point. Then he laughed at his own thoughts and said [smiling with all his white teeth]:

“If that company goes bankrupt, you don`t get stressed at all. You just change the company you work for.”

For a person who is 100% responsible for the success or failure of the company, this was true and funny at the same time, because if his company goes bankrupt he cannot afford being NOT stressed.

“If somebody offered me such a job on a management position, maybe I would even stop doing this business,” he pointed at the green logo of his company and said. “and I`d probably accept that job offer.”

“Would you work for $10,000 a month?” I asked, being so curious about his story.

“No, actually… for 10k I wouldn`t work.” he responded with a serious look on his face. “But I`d work for 20k”

By this time one of the guys of our team [he also has his own company] had joined our conversation and exclaimed, as if being confused: “Really? Would you really work for 20k?”

“Well, yeah… Why not? This is quite enough: you will live in a good big house, you`ll eat good food, wear nice clothes, you`ll send your kids to a good school, travel…,” he was very serious about this idea. “Besides, you will not have to stress 24/7 like when you have your own business. Work from Monday to Friday. From 9 to 18. And spend the rest of your time with your family and for your hobby.”

This is one of the perspectives on life and work. Some people prefer managing their OWN company. Some people prefer managing a company of SOMEBODY ELSE.

As far as I am concerned, I want to get a degree from a good business school and have a management career.

Will I have my own business? Will I be just a manager at some company? I don`t really know. Time will show. I just want to spend my life doing what I enjoy doing 🙂

Deloitte Lessons

“Do you mind a photo of this meeting?” I asked my business coach at Deloitte, when the meeting was over. “It’s for my blog,” I added seeing she was not quite sure about that.

“Oh, I look terrible right now…” she said.

“Come on, Mrs Edwards,” I responded. “You look awesome!”

This way I “convinced” her to make a picture of us, sitting at a table, drinking tea, and talking.

When I won the start-up contest last year, becoming one of the best 6 start-ups in the Czech Republic, as a prize they gave me a private business coach from Deloitte.

When we first met, one of the first things that Mrs Edwards asked me was “What do you expect from our coaching sessions?”

I had already prepared the answer to that question before coming to the meeting: “I want to MONETIZE my blog.” [later, I changed my mind and decided NOT to make money out of it. I want my blog to be FREE, because it is more fun that way 😉].

My friends keep asking me, “What did you learn this time?” They think that Deloitte tells me “secrets of business world”, giving me “tricks” that will make millions of dollars fall from the sky into my pocket.

As a matter of fact, nowadays there is NO SECRET whatsoever. Any information is available on the internet [think: how incredible is the time we are living in].

Most of the time during the meetings, we talk about “dreams”, “long-term goals”, “spirituality”, “having a passion” [sometimes we even talk about my family issues]. I’d say, she is more of a PSYCHOLOGIST who helps “fix my brain”, rather than a business coach. [perhaps, nowadays this is the same thing.]

My coach simply helps me become “a good person”. She helps me develop my personality [which you cannot download from the internet].

Thank you, Mrs Edwards! 😉

Husband Who Sleeps With Other Women

“Do you love your husband?”

“No, I don’t.” she said with pain in her chest. “But he is the father of my children.”

Two sons and a daughter [I saw them. They’re simply angels].

“I live with him only because my kids call him ‘dad’,” she repeated, with such a lowering voice as if she was losing it.

They got married 5 years ago. At first, everything was beautiful. They both felt like they were at the peak of happiness.

After one year of marriage, however, the loving husband got bored [bored of the marriage life]. He missed his old bachelor times. He was rich back then too and could afford to change girlfriends every week [which he actually did].

The wife says that one day she “installed a recording tape into her husband’s phone”, so she could know everything: who he is speaking to, what they are talking about, how he treats other ladies… She quickly found out that he was sleeping with other women, cheating on her.

One day she even spotted her husband and his girlfriend, when the couple was walking in the park.

Seeing his wife, he panicked.

The mother of three started yelling at them from a distance, walking closer. When she came close enough to that lady, she punched her in the face, while yelling angrily at her husband.

4 years past after that story. She still lives with her husband under one roof, in one house. Her little daughter is already 3 years old.

He never apologized. He said “you never spotted us lying in a bed together. We were just talking. We are just friends,” he said [yeah… friends “with benefits”].

That father had brothers. One of them [apparently, who was single] once asked him: “Why do you sleep with other women when you have a WIFE at home?”

He answered [with another question], unfairly to his wife: “Would you eat the same food every single day? Can you imagine eating ONE SAME FOOD EVERY FREAKING DAY? Sometimes you want to try bananas instead of apples.” [did you get this?]

Today, the wife confesses: “I know what my husband is doing. But I can do nothing about it.” she finally burst into tears. “This is my fate,” she said to herself. “I have to live with this.”

For the sake of those angels, she sacrificed her life. She kept on living with her husband, washing his clothes, ironing his suit every morning, cooking for him, cleaning the house, not sleeping nights taking care of the kids.

Because he was the father of her children. She kept living with him. Till the end.

My Wife or One Thing That Helps Me Get To Cambridge

“Please, tell me, what should I do for the next 6 months?,” I asked my educational consultant, who is helping me get admission to Cambridge.

“You should get your Bachelor degree, improve your GPA, read books regularly, take part at extra-curricular activities,” he responded.

“I was thinking, maybe I should STOP BLOGGING for a while because it takes some of my free time which I could spend on studying for GMAT, for example,” I hesitated. “What do you think?”

“Abdullah, tell me,” my consultant took my complete attention. “What are you planning to do after you graduate from Cambridge?”

“After graduation, until I am 29 I want to work for a media company [like New York Times, BBC, Al-Jazeera]. I want to write articles, produce short-films, lead a radio channel. Writing is my passion. You know that,” I said.

“Yeah…,” he kind of confirmed that he was listening.

“When I am 30,” I carried on. “I want to manage teams of journalists, bloggers, video producers on a global level. Maybe I’ll found my own company.”

“Well, then you shouldn’t stop blogging. By no means,” he assured me. “Believe me: this blogging experience will even HELP YOU get admitted to Cambridge.”

It became kind of easier to breathe after he said this. I felt relief and joy.

“If you stop blogging,” he explained. “This will be a CONTRADICTION to your plans. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I understand.”

I was so happy that he advised me to continue blogging. Because my blog has become a part of my life.

My blog is my wife. I love her. She is always with me. She is the only relief for me after a difficult day, because no matter how difficult my day was, I always know that she is waiting for me at home.

My sister once told me, “when you love somebody, your life will seem more beautiful. You will always be motivated to do things. Even your worst day will become colorful.”

But do you know what is BAD about being in love?

When she doesn’t respond to your messages, you will get nervous. You won’t be able to focus. You will be thinking only about her. You can do nothing else. You will suffer emotionally.

The worst thing about loving somebody is that at difficult times, when she has to move to another town, and you don’t see each other for a long time, or when you are having hard time in your relationship, or when she simply doesn’t answer to your messages, you feel bad. You cannot focus on your work. The quality of your life will go down.

But MY “wife” is always loyal to me [so long as I have internet connection]. She always responds to my messages. She always travels with me.

Whenever I need her, she is always right there for me.

She messages me every morning, as soon as I wake up. She prepares my breakfast and cooks my dinner [okay, this one is not serious now].

The most important thing is: SHE LOVES ME! She freaking loves me. And I LOVE HER. We will always be together.

My wife will help me get to Cambridge.
[what a wonderful wife I have].

My Name Is Abdullah

After praying Asr, I was sitting down in the corner of the mosque.

I took my iPad out of my little bag, opened Evernote, and started writing my thoughts down in a diary.

I was writing about all the things happening to me in Germany at that time: about my studies in Düsseldorf; what a big city Frankfurt was; how the USA was different from Germany; whether I want to live with my family in America or Europe; about the wonderful girl I met in Amsterdam.

After 10 minutes, when I was still sitting [with my legs butterfly-shaped] and journaling my thoughts at the corner of the masjid, somebody called me by my name: “Hey, Abdullah!”

“Who is calling me by my name?,” I thought. “I know nobody here.”

When I raised my eyes, I saw a guy aged 24-25, looking at me [there were several other guys around him].

“Have you prayed Asr yet?,” he asked me politely [in German].

“Yes, I already did, brother. Why?,” I answered, still wondering how he knew my name.

“Achso..” he smiled. “Don’t get me wrong, brother. We just thought, maybe we could pray together…”

I smiled back at him and said: “No problem, akhi. Barakallohu feek!”

They gathered, stood up, and started praying. I was sitting behind them with my iPad on my knees, writing…

I spend a lot of time in mosques studying, reading something, writing and bloggging [sometimes even sleeping].

For some reason, when I am in a mosque I feel “at home”. At home… Maybe that’s because it reminds me of the sweet times when my dad used to take me to masjid in Tashkent, when I was 5-6 years old.

While I was sitting, I was still wondering “how on Earth did he know my name?”

Suddenly I got it! I got it! Do you know the meaning of my name?

“Abdullah” means “the servant of God”.

In Islam, every muslim is the “servant of God”. In Koran, Allah says “I did not create the jinn and mankind except to worship me.” [Surah 51, Ayah 56].

In other words, if you are a muslim, then you can call yourself “Abdullah”.

So, any muslim is Abdullah. Not just me.

[Hey, Abdullah, did you like this story? Then why don’t you tag another Abdullah in comments? 😉]