Dream Job (NOT)
Not having a set career or a career goal, I just kind of stumbled into all these jobs I would apply for. I’ve done a little bit of everything. I did the fast food thing, I was a waitress and a hostess at a restaurant, I worked in department stores, clothing stores, 24hr walgreens in all departments; cosmetics, photo lab tech, cashier, stocker, pharmacy aid, I learned how to operate a forklift, I worked for a catering company, I had many office jobs and learned everything I possibly could, I did pet grooming, I dabbled in acrylic nails, I cleaned houses for a bit and I’m sure I left out a few more but you get it. Right? Anyway, I wasn’t afraid to do anything and I never acted like I was too good for a job. I would always give it a shot. All these jobs gave me tons of different experiences and I appreciate them all. Still, I couldn’t seem to find my calling, so to speak. I did actually want to be a truck driver. I would imagine myself rolling in a big ol’ eighteen wheeler. Traveling around the world, wind in my hair, chatting with other truck drivers on the cb radio, hitting up diners along the way, and just enjoying the open road. NOPE!!! Got knocked up before I could even begin to make that dream a reality. I would have had to leave my child for weeks at a time, maybe even months, the way I wanted to travel. There was no way I would even think of taking a baby on the road. That would have been mission impossible right there. I’d have to stop every hour for feedings and diaper changes and don’t even get me started on a cranky baby. Oh my gosh, yeah, that would have been all bad. I figured, it just wasn’t meant to be. It would have been awesome. I already had my trucker name and my personalized license plate all picked out. I guess the world will never know. Haha.