It’s been two weeks since I started working at Google, and a fitting time to do a quick reflection.
The learning opportunities have been astounding. It still feels surreal that I’ve left the government, and there are moments when I look at the immensity of the work before me and want to crawl back to what is familiar and comfortable. But I know that all this is for a reason, and my colleagues have been very reassuring, telling me that no one human could possibly be expected to do all that has been laid out in a short time.
The competitor (or Singaporean) in me wants to try though.
It has been a new experience working with so many people from all over the world. It is quite amazing to see how the hiring process has brought in similar-minded people. The culture of “googleyness” - a term which carries infinitely more weight than just being a gimmicky term at Google - helps extend the commonalities within us. Diversity in culture and country of origin doesn’t become a stumbling block, but our different experiences and skills add texture to our interactions, and enables us to tackle the difference nuances present in the different geographical markets in which we operate.
It’s often described as a dream job and Google really does take care of its employees. The facilities folks ensure that the working environment is always in tip-top shape. The shower hose was a little torn and leaking, so I sent a online ticket, and they had it changed in a matter of days. The amazing food that the chefs come up with everyday; the IT staff that works hard to provide us with all the tools we need - all these help us concentrate solely on the work at hand.
It feels odd not suffering for my work, and to be frank, I don’t think my spiritual upbringing equipped me to handle blessing very well. There has always been an element of sacrifice in my previous jobs, a “for King and country”, if you might. So I sometimes wonder if I have taken the path which God means for me to, or if I have chosen to walk the worldly way.
In my early morning walks and time of prayer with the Lord I am slowly accepting where I am, and have apologised for not being able to be joyfully thankful for this job which He has given. The verse that comes to mind is “which father, if his son asks for bread, would give him a stone?” (Matt 7:9). Maybe in our zeal to put down the prosperity gospel we are a little shocked that the bread does not have any pebbles in them.
Maybe the appropriate response now is to raise my eyes to Him in praise, and rediscover what it means when we say “God is good”. And that my job, while bereft of the common pain points, is an avenue for Him to work through me. There will be suffering, but suffering should not be the signature characteristic of our walk with God. It ought to be joy, happiness and fulfillment in spite of.
He is good. It’s not my normal spiritual posture, but I desire to be near Him, even in good times.