Trade Slave

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?

Outfit:

Thrifted // Beret

Thrifted // Cardigan

Thrifted // Scarf

DIY // Jewelry

Thrifted // Dress

Thrifted // Belt

Thrifted // Boots

Thrifted // Leg Warmers

Thrifted // Bag