Yesterday, as I got dressed in no particular rush and chose whatever
I wanted to wear sans restrictions, a deep wave of content washed
over me. I love my job. These four little words are rarely put together
in a sentence and even more rare is the utterance of this sentence.
Despite its rarity, loving your job, or at least being somewhat content,
is paramount to our everyday happiness (and I don't necessarily mean
happiness in the form of jumping up and down in glee thinking about
work. I simply mean not dreading and regretting each day). I never
take the fact that I enjoy my job for granted, years of terrible part-time
jobs make sure that I don't.
I'm happy to no longer be forced to sell a puppy to a woman who asks,
"And what do dogs eat and drink?" as she searches her purse for her
wallet. If you are unaware of that animal's requirements, it really should
not be bought on a whim. Everything you've heard about pet stores are
true (I've worked at several). We've received puppies and kittens taken
from their mothers way too soon and they're placed in the back until
they are old enough to be sold (two months). Ever wonder what's
happening behind the scenes at your favourite restaurant? You'd
probably be better off not knowing....it's a place of social politics
and where sexual harassment runs rampant. I've had a woman flash
me her private parts and I know of people who have rubbed their
privates on kitchen utensils. Things dropped on the dirty floor?
Fair game. Please remember: I am only the messenger! I've
worked at both low and high end restaurants. The only difference
between the two: the nicer the restaurant, the better clothes
the managers wear.Older men have offered my 15 year old self
private driving lessons in the boonies and women have called my
23 year old self "a dumb teenage bitch." You can see it's a world I
wanted desperately wanted out of!
Thankfully, I don't have to deal with those things anymore! That doesn't
mean it's always smooth sailing, but no more verbal assault and
cleaning up poop that somehow ended up on the washroom stall door.
If you are suffering from explosive diarrhea, please, stay home, don't
make some poor part-time sucker, probably a student, clean up after
you. For those of you who don't know what I do to pay the bills, I type
court transcripts and I absolutely love it. It's a job where there's always
room for growth, it never ceases to teach me something new, I get to
make my own hours, and most relevant to this blog: I get to wear what
ever I want. No work wardrobe pour moi! How about yourself? Have you
found enjoyment in the work that you do or are you still searching?
Thrifted // Beret
Thrifted // Cardigan
Thrifted // Scarf
DIY // Jewelry
Thrifted // Dress
Thrifted // Belt
Thrifted // Boots
Thrifted // Leg Warmers
Thrifted // Bag