Things will be different

What
induced my most recent angst-filled tirade? Well, its simple… our firm lost 2
major commissions to guys whom we fought tooth and nail against. The worst
thing to stomach is to see a proud man (my dad) humbled, and to grin and bear
it quietly. How I wish I had my dad’s age and experience… maybe I wouldn’t be
as pissed as I am.

 

Its
frustrating because I know deep in my heart that we would have done a better
job than the 2 firms who won the commissions because we bring our hearts into
the job, our loyalties are to the project… not to our egos, nor to the public,
not even the owners… not even our pockets, but to the welfare of the project.

 

The
other day, I was browsing through the department’s library looking at the
shelves full of consultant profiles… I was surprised to see my dad’s company
profile in one of the shelves (yes… we sent one to ALI back when I just won the
competition… as a longshot move to prequalify for any work).

 

The
profile was filed away with the other rejects… full of local veterans, without
much foreign experience. Its painful for a son to see his idol get shelved and
shrugged off. But I guess, that’s why I’m here… Its my turn now, its my fight
now. Things will be different.