I saw someone this weekend that I used to work with. We are still friends, but we both agreed that our friendship has really changed now that we don't work together. Mostly, because while we worked together, I was a miserable bitch. I hated my job, and this poor, wonderful girl had to be my boss. I made her life difficult, mostly unintentionally, because of how much I was loathe to be at this job. Now that I am free, and doing what I love, she agrees that the change in me has been dramatic.
It got me thinking about all the things I've done with myself since I started working, oh so many years ago. It took me a long to figure out how to translate what I wanted to do into something I could really do. My fear and uncertainty held me back for so long, it took me a lot of wrongs to find the right. It is an impressive list, as I was something of a dilettante. To quote the fine film Wayne's World, "I've had plenty of joe jobs, nothing I'd call a career. Let's just say, I have an extensive collection of name tags and hairnets." No hairnets for me, but all over the place doesn't begin to cover it. In chronological order:
*Bowling Alley counter girl (family biz)
*Assistant to PR director
*Radio station part timer
*Record Store Clerk (of course)
*Book Store Clerk (duh)
*Community Relations for Minor League Baseball Team
*Assistant to Athletic Director for NCAA Div 1 school
*Apartment Leasing Agent
*Massage Therapist
*Massage Therapist
*Body Piercer/Retail Bitch
*Bank Teller
*Bank Teller
And, finally. . .a writer. God, it sure took me long enough. So, where did your path lead? Feel like sharing?