Experiences Not Titles

On October 19, I spent my Saturday morning at an iEmpower event that started with a panel discussion and ended with Harriet Dominique speaking about her experiences, what she learned along the way, and how she values experiences over titles especially in the context of career development and professional growth.  Her conversation  was thought provoking and I reflected on an experience where I failed, but I learned from it.

I was privileged to work in ecommerce operations during the rise of the dotcoms of the late 90s.  The company I worked for had the stereotype benefits that the news broadcasted at the time—ping pong tables, huge bonuses, beach days, etc.  I gained experience implementing, training, and using SAP, Oracle, and other Internet based systems.

Fast forward to the early 2000s, I interviewed with a multinational (MNC) headquartered in Mexico.  The MNC was undertaking a big project of migrating from their homegrown ERP to SAP.  I completed my first and second rounds of interviews.  I made the final shortlist—it was going to be between me and another individual.

I tried my best to speak only in Spanish, but I failed. 

When I showed up for the final interview, I was greeted and then told the interview will be in Spanish.  I went into the interview where I was asked many questions for which I knew the answers.  I tried my best to speak only in Spanish, but I failed. 

I walked out of the interview and I was informed that although they liked me and could use my experience I was not selected.  In retelling this story, I have been asked why it was important to speak Spanish if the site was in the U.S.  My response is that many of the management was brought in from Mexico, so it was vital that the individual speak Spanish.  I get it—I currently work for a Danish MNC and we have many Danes filling roles here in the U.S. albeit they speak English.

I moved to Texas in 2006 and I began to practice my Spanish more albeit not in a professional setting. I was using conversational Spanish with people I encountered in retail stores, while buying groceries, and filling up my vehicle’s gas tank.

In 2017, I was lucky to introduce a colleague into my team whose first language is Spanish.  I informed him that I wanted to have all our meetings in Spanish.  Additionally, I asked him to correct me if I used the wrong word, phrase, or grammar.  He agreed, and so we did.  He thought me business terms, corrected my Spanish often, so I kept learning.

In December of 2107, I interviewed for a role in Argentina.  The interview was in Spanish with the CFO from Argentina and eventually the America’s CEO.  I discovered that I was the only one interviewing who was neither born nor raised in the Latin America.  What chance did I have?  I got the role.  Of course, it was not just my ability to speak Spanish that got me role, but it helped.

I had a couple of hiccups, but I was forgiven because I speak very good Spanish for a Yankee

I was fortunate to have a leadership role that allowed me to live and work in Latin America—leading operations in Argentina and Uruguay for my organization based in Buenos Aires, Argentina.  I had a couple of hiccups, but I was forgiven because I speak very good Spanish for a Yankee.  When I held my first leadership meeting, I voiced how hot it was by stating how hot it was but what I said translated to how horny I was.  Some of the ladies in the leadership team, called me over and corrected me while their faces turned red.

Since moving back to the U.S., I have worked on, and continue to work on projects that involve Latin America.  Today, I am coordinating activities between the United States, Chile, and Argentina so I still get to practice my Spanish.  This morning I was on the phone with our colleagues in Santiago, Chile and Buenos Aires, Argentina.

Argentina vs Mexico

The Alamo City hosted a friendly match between Mexico and Argentina at the Alamo Dome on September 10th. The venue was packed, and Mexican fans were in full force. The energy and excitement was invigorating and infectious. I cannot believe that I failed to take pictures of the Mexican fans who wore luchador masks, draped in the Mexican flag, and chanting in the streets as my wife and I made our way to the stadium.

When Argentina scored the first goal, I jumped up and cheered. As I began to sit down, I realized not only that I was outnumbered by the Mexican supporters but also I was getting weird looks and confused faces looking at me. I understand. I am wearing my San Lorenzo jersey, cheering on Argentina, and I look Mexican.

Why don’t I support the Mexican national team (el Tri)? The answer is not short and simple involves my nationality, my ethnicity, where I have lived, and of course football/soccer.

Los Angeles!

I am an American, born and raised in the Los Angeles–the best city in the world. So I should really support the USNMT–right? I don’t, but the reason I will admit is petty. I don’t like the USNMT’s chant–it takes too much work and requires someone to lead in order to get it right. I cheered on the USNMT in the world cup while living in Dallas. That chant, I just can’t. So, I started to follow the Black Stars–Ghana’s national team. They were my team until 2018.

El Tri

I am of Mexican heritage. So I should support el Tri, right? I tried. I cheered them on in the 1994 world cup–the Mexico vs Ireland was a fun match. Mexico had a great squad under Ricardo La Volpe. The squad played fast and deployed a great offense. I was proud supporter. I owned the jerseys, and went to every match they had in LA.

I was so disappointed when el Tri let La Volpe go. Rumor has it that he was let go because he was Argentine, and how dare Mexico not have a Mexican coach. I wasn’t impressed with the results. I tried to hold and and get excited but I couldn’t. I jumped ship to the Black Stars.

The Black Stars did not disappoint. They played well and made it to the cup. They would have advanced in the cup if it wasn’t for Suarez’ handball in 2010. I stuck with Ghana.

Argentina

in 2018 I moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina and lucky for me it was a world cup year. I loved experiencing the world cup in a country the loves football/soccer–it was amazing. Before moving to Argentina, I was warned about the snobby Argentinians that would treat me bad because of Mexican heritage. I did not know what to expect when I moved there.

When I walked off the plane in Ezeiza, the sudden realization that I was no longer in the U.S. hit me. The feeling was overwhelming. I can read, write, and speak Spanish, but everything is in Spanish in Argentina and for a second I questioned whether or not I can live in an all Spanish world. Well, take a deep breath and suck it up Marine.

In Argentina, the people welcomed me. They were friendly and kind. Some could tell I was a Yankee, but most thought I was a Mexican national. I tried to attend a River Plate or Boca Jr match, but I had no luck. I was invited to San Lorenzo matches and I loved it. I was later told that most Americans my team knew supported San Lorenzo. They assumed it was the team colors–red, white, blue. Argentina’s national team is my team. Why? Because I’ve lived there, I been to a Superliga match, I’ve watched the world cup in Argentina, and the people accepted me.

I could go on about culture, and how it is a human construct–I won’t. Oh, the final score was ARG 4 – 0 MEX.

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