Work Experience
Hell of a work for a hell of a little pay.
ONE MONTH. That’s all the time I spent in management. What started as a standard three-month computer packages training gig escalated rapidly. By my final thirty days, I had somehow moved from the student desk to assisting in running the entire facility. I wasn't smarter than anyone else; I was just completely obsessed with Windows. 👀
Education
What was meant to be a three-year experience quickly lasted barely a term. Before even mastering how to hold a basic pencil, I forced my way into Standard One while my peers remained behind to finish their three-year pre-schooling exercise. It didn't work—at least for the start—when I secured my spot at the bottom of the class in the first term.
A wild era of endless exposure to real-world bureaucracy. It turns out 'advanced facilities' and 'top-tier management' don't mean much without the raw discipline of the faculty. Luckily, our instructors were deeply committed to the craft. They never missed a single lecture... provided there was an attendance sheet at the door to prove to payroll they actually showed up.