Thank you for making me well-rounded!
My husband of over twenty years and I were driving home from dinner the other night. We were discussing my newest employment endeavor. Of
course, he always has to throw in the, “I hope you find something new soon,
because I can’t afford to send you to trapeze artist school.” As IF they had a
school for that.
I grew agitated when he began recalling all of the jobs or trainings I’ve had since I became a working class citizen. I crossed my arms,
pursed my lips and stared out the window. I do this when I’m irritated with him
or when he listens to talk radio while were traveling, which makes me want to
poke my eyeballs out with a splintered stick.
My J-o-b-s are listed chronologically below: (I will mention here, I’ve never been fired)
Grocery store cashier
Sandwich princess at Subway
Assistant at a printing press (yes, I actually helped run the machines)
Baby-sitter / nanny
Receptionist at a car dealership
File clerk in same dealership
Geisha girl in Japanese Karaoke bar (while we were stationed in Okinawa)
Leasing consultant (for all of 42 days)
Cashier at a hardware store (they hired me 5 months pregnant!)
Day-care teacher of schoolers (lasted 9 days, my child got extremely ill there!)
Receptionist at a title company
Real Estate assistant (quit after he wrote me a hot paycheck!)
Mommy a 2nd time!
Avon Representative (lasted 4 months—spent more than I made)
Master Gardner class
Gardener / Sales at garden shop
Real Estate assistant (same agent, what? People deserve 2nd chances!)
Sales Representative for an ad-specialty company
Gardener / Sales at garden shop (again)
Jr. College (wanted to be a teacher)
Teacher aide for kindergarten
Teacher aide for resource / special education
Yoga teacher training
Library Assistant (until October 2010)
Let’s just say while he was busy reminiscing and laughing and trying desperately to remember all of my previous jobs, he forget seven of
the above which I’ve included for my own enjoyment. The holiday lights I observed out the car
window that evening lifted my spirits, plus, I knew deep down his comments were
all in fun.
I am sitting here tapping away at the computer on December 31, 2010 and thinking of all the wonderful jobs I’ve been given the opportunity to
have. I’m still a mom, a gardener, a writer and a yoga instructor. These four
occupations are the upmost fulfilling for me as a human being. Think about it.
Being a mother, I get the ultimate enjoyment in life of watching my two beautiful daughters grow into incredible people. It’s one of
the toughest and rewarding jobs in the world. My job as a mother is never
finished, I’m always on-call and my only payment is the love I see in their
eyes and watching them succeed. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
As a gardener, I’m an artist. A creator. Gardening, like mothering, is rewarding. I only choose to garden at home now, so, I don’t get
paid for it. My payoffs come in the spring when my roses stop traffic on the
highway in front of our home.
Writing…ah, writing. Writing is how I spell r-e-l-i-e-f. It’s an escape, a chance for my creativity to explore the cavernous corners of my imaginative brain. Plus, I can get paid for it!
Yoga. Is there a more peaceful word? Say it aloud. Yoga. Don’t you just want to slide into downward facing dog? I’m about to embark on my newest employment endeavor I
mentioned at the beginning of this post. Once again, I go back to yoga where I
can share with others the beauty of the ancient practice. If I was rich, I’d
teach it for free. But, I’m not.
There you go, sweet husband of mine, look at my long list of jobs and weep (or leap!) because you’ve only had five.
Happy New Year!