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Sunday, November 2, 2008

Nothing is more important than designer items to me. At the age of 18. I was appointed by my father to work as chief executive officer with best goods company. It was a company owned by my father for 13 years. he wanted me to experience the working life he had and to continue operating the business from one generation to another.

I started browsing through the rack full of designer clothes and picked on four clothes in a row. I began trying on but none of it seems to suit on me. I kindly gave the clothes back to the employee working and her expression turned to boredom. Total time spent was 5 hours and I bought exactly none. I went to the shop next door accompanied by my so called bodyguard. My father was too worried of my safety and so he hired a bodyguard. As usual, I started to scan through all the clothes they had and picked out my favourites. Tried the clothes on and I knew that the turquoise long sleeve cardigan was perfect for me. I handed out my credit card to the cashier while my eyes were trapped on that brown rectangular Chanel handbag. I rushed to the handbag and asked for a new one without hesitation as it perfectly matches the cardigan. “That would be $ 1458, miss “, I nod with agreement.

This continued for days for at least once a week. My walk –in –closet is vomiting out with designer clothes. Handbags. shoes and others. My habit had become worsened and I could not control it. I had the urge to at least bought 2 designer items once a week and that usually costs me $900 and above. I seriously didn’t think of the consequences that could lead because of my greediness for designer labels.

i walked happily into my office with 3 shopping bags when I heard a buzzing noise and everybody was scattered around, each looking very intense. My face turned into confusion and curiosity. I asked my manager as to what had happen.,“ our company had gone bankrupt” . I placed my hand on my mouth and opened my eyes wide. i quickly disappear out of the office and heading straight to see my father.

I mumbled as fast as I could to him. He was speechless the minute I said the word ‘BANKRUPT’. Suddenly, he was holding his chest as hard as he could and pass out. My mind was twirling around thinking about the problems I faced.. The day before, I checked on my account and it reads that I had less than $10. Not only that, I received numerous call from the bank telling that I owed them big money and instruct me to pay as soon as possible or actions will be taken. Right now, my father was charged in the hospital due to a sudden heart attack because of the company’s bankrupt.
I am in a loss of words to what I have done. Due to my greediness, I am in an enormous debt which I had to pay in a short period of time while my company is trying its best to succeed back.

Two years past and I managed to retrieve back my company. My father is back healthy and he was the one who gave me advice and tips to bring back our company while he was in the hospital. I sweat with all my hard work and used all the tips and now I had settled all my debt by working part time and took as many job as I could. I learnt a lesson as to not put my greediness to its peak and I swear I would not waste my money on more designer items lastly, I vow that I would restrict the number of items bought.
Moral of the story was not to be greedy or suffer the consequences.

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