Definition of a "Real Job"
I left Boston for many reasons, the main being that I had grown to despise my job. I loved the people. Hated not being able to make ends meet with the salary. Loved the salad bar and hour and a half lunches. Hated sales updates and fake clapping. Hated being told that we were "making a difference". Hated the numbers. Hated the conversions. Hated the end of every month. Loved having my two best freinds around the corner from me and emails telling me to meet them in the bathroom in three minutes.
To me, the job I left behind was a "real job". That ugly phrase I discovered in high school and saw looming ominously ahead of me, ugly and boring and dark. And now I am in New Zealand, working in a cafe, saving more money than I ever have, and as of Monday have been promoted to Supervisor.
Needless to say I am working longer hours and am quite challeneged by the job ahead of me, but I like it. It is not a "real job".
Off to work my friends... happy thanksgiving today! I am looking forward to a phone call from the relitives at meal time. Gobble.Gobble.
I left Boston for many reasons, the main being that I had grown to despise my job. I loved the people. Hated not being able to make ends meet with the salary. Loved the salad bar and hour and a half lunches. Hated sales updates and fake clapping. Hated being told that we were "making a difference". Hated the numbers. Hated the conversions. Hated the end of every month. Loved having my two best freinds around the corner from me and emails telling me to meet them in the bathroom in three minutes.
To me, the job I left behind was a "real job". That ugly phrase I discovered in high school and saw looming ominously ahead of me, ugly and boring and dark. And now I am in New Zealand, working in a cafe, saving more money than I ever have, and as of Monday have been promoted to Supervisor.
Needless to say I am working longer hours and am quite challeneged by the job ahead of me, but I like it. It is not a "real job".
Off to work my friends... happy thanksgiving today! I am looking forward to a phone call from the relitives at meal time. Gobble.Gobble.
posted by Karen at 2:25 PM
1 Comments:
ahh but i loved watching the turnaround in people who at first were into the whole experience, telling stories and enthusiastically sharing sales tactics...later becoming the snide outskirts members, rolling their eyes, arms crossed tightly accross their chests or timing their break over the course of the 5:15 routine of smile. clap. laugh. clap. smile uncomfortably and avert direct eye contact with speaker because you are so damn embarrassed for them.:-)
yes. i miss it.
very cool though that my friends have traveled the world on their budget though. matt, i want some crazy stories from your trip!
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