ServiceRocket Sdn Bhd

Wake up, get your shirt on and let’s go”. The car was already warming up, engine chugging and steam filling up the front yard from the exhaust on a frosty morning. I remember the first day I ever worked. My dad would take me to the loading dock at IKEA at 6am on a Saturday so that I could help him wash the truck that he drove. It took me an hour and a half and I got $5. He made up that job for me. It didn’t really exist but it taught me to get up early, work hard and contribute. He even made me wear his old work shirt. On one Saturday it was the weekend of a sale at IKEA, they were short staffed and the warehouse manager needed help, he saw me working and then asked if I could help customers by collecting trolleys and putting the orders on them - I said “sure”. The energy and buzz I got from being in the moment, I would optimize the routes I would walk through the warehouse, the way I would memorize the product article numbers and the feeling that helping people gave, especially when they acknowledge through any sort of compliment. It made me feel alive and connected. But I felt that I really had made it when I could wear the same shirt as my dad, but it was my own, not one of his old ones.