I started working at age 13, as a paper delivery girl. I rocked that gig for over a year before moving on to better and slightly higher paying jobs. I have worked as a receptionist, grocery bagger, library clerk, nanny and retail employee...As a retail worker I held several different positions. I started as a cashier, and very quickly worked my way up the ranks to store manager.
There is a lack of humanity that often goes on within the walls of retail. I've been pushed, screamed at, mocked and called all sorts of crazy things. It's easy to say the customer is always right, shake it off and move on. However when you are in those moments it is very difficult to not feel like it's about you. Once I was referred to as a not so nice "C" word on CHRISTMAS EVE! That felt a little bit personal.
What pushed me to the end of retail, was not all of that shit treatment came from customers. I've had wonderful bosses, and two really bad ones. But of all the "bosses" I've had the corporate office has been the worse. This is who you are truly working for in all of major retail companies. These are men and women who are responsible for making the company profitable. There is a huge gap in retail. The people setting the goals, and expectations rarely come to your store. They don't know you or your customers. You are treated like a warm body at best. I could go on and on but I won't. You get the picture..I worked retail for 10 years.
In early fall I started to question what the hell I was doing with my life. On average I was working 60+ hours a week. I constantly missed holidays and family events. All in all I hated life. My husband was beyond tired of listening to me complain (which just made me feel worse). Things felt pretty hopeless. After a extra shifty day, while rambling on and on to Adam he suggested something crazy. Without skipping a beat he said, "Quit your job." Quit my job?! Seriously? Am I allowed to do that?
Shortly after New Years I decided I needed to make some changes. Starting with quitting my shitty job. Turns out as an adult you're pretty much allowed to do whatever you want. It was the most liberating and scary thing I've ever done. I'd been so busy for so long trying to become "somebody" I ended becoming someone I didn't actual like very much.
I'm not going to say everything is going perfect now. But every day I wake up feeling lucky. I recognize not everyone gets to unburden themselves I the way that I did. And I don't take that lightly. I work really hard everyday to live with purpose. Which for me means a lot of family and friend time!
Which brings me to why start a blog? Aly and I love working together. She is one of my best friends, and her family feels like my family. Blogging gives both of us a great way to express ourselves and spend a lot more time together. I am very excited to share our journey with you! It means a lot that you'd take time out of your day to read my ramblings. I'd love to hear from you!
*If you ever called an adorable woman a "C" word on Christmas Eve around 2010 at a New York and Company here's look at you stupid asshole.