Click here to edit“We did it! We were mediocre, but we did it!” That’s what my business partner, Oscar, and I said at the end of a classroom meeting. Against all the fire and sticks and stones they threw at my business, we are actually the one out of two groups who will continue next year. I can still remember the first day and with no hope I presented my idea for Dipitz.
We had two weeks to show that our business could be a success. We had more trouble than any other business. All those jokes about our business that will not make it, that WE were the joke. Finally we have proven, Dipitz, is one of the best companies.
We started with 5 total companies, and it is now down to Dipitz and Crepez to continue next year. However, there is something that through all this success, that I find dreadful. I am not proud of myself.
I am not proud of what I did. I feel guilty. I feel dirty. I feel as if I have betrayed my team. I was in charge of finance in my group. That and only that. No more no less. “no more” is the problem. I didn’t do more. After each sale all I did was count the money. I found the revenue, used the cost, and found the profit of each sale. Done.
The only thing I could count as real work would be finding the profit margin for each dip, but that’s it. Belen was killing herself with marketing. And Oscar was doing constant work with CEO and Human recourses. I only counted the money.
We had two weeks to show that our business could be a success. We had more trouble than any other business. All those jokes about our business that will not make it, that WE were the joke. Finally we have proven, Dipitz, is one of the best companies.
We started with 5 total companies, and it is now down to Dipitz and Crepez to continue next year. However, there is something that through all this success, that I find dreadful. I am not proud of myself.
I am not proud of what I did. I feel guilty. I feel dirty. I feel as if I have betrayed my team. I was in charge of finance in my group. That and only that. No more no less. “no more” is the problem. I didn’t do more. After each sale all I did was count the money. I found the revenue, used the cost, and found the profit of each sale. Done.
The only thing I could count as real work would be finding the profit margin for each dip, but that’s it. Belen was killing herself with marketing. And Oscar was doing constant work with CEO and Human recourses. I only counted the money.