For a very long time, I have told myself there were two jobs I would never work again: food service and child care. About a year and a half ago, I found myself working food service. Thanks to a combination of factors, including desperation, laziness, and gratitude for a job that was practically handed to me, I was back. And I hated every minute of it. It was awful. The smells, the food, the people, the dishes. Ugh. I worked there a little under 8 months, and I was miserable. That never, I really will do my best to never repeat.
For years, I thought child care was the same. But after 4 months of unemployment, I was willing to look at anything (except food service). And somehow, some way, the first child care job I applied for, I got. I’ve been here two weeks now. Sometimes I still ask myself why I’m here. But mostly, I like it. My days move quickly, I feel like I’m doing something important. This is not just another retail job (and those are really all the same). I’m happier (due in part to the relief of stress now that I have a good income), and I feel like things are starting to move again. That’s a good feeling.
So, never say never, my friends. Things could change when you aren’t looking.