Timing and Money

I worked at a marketing group where I had a narrow minded boss, worked out of a garage, and the staff was continuously lectured on how we were the future of America, but only if we introduced everyone else to inbound marketing and the joy of keeping America conservative. I needed the money, but after 1.5 years I couldn't take it anymore so I quit...and ended up nannying for a family where the kids made the rules. After an incident where the one boy flooded the bathroom and livingroom and I scolded him, I received a phone call telling me that it was okay if they flooded the bathroom and livingroom, as long as nobody was hurt, and if I wanted to come back I'd have to remember that the kids are in charge, I'm just there for supervision. I'm really happy to be now working at a job where I get to educate college students about sex and mental health. It doesn't pay much, but at least it doesn't suck!

I worked at a casino. It sucked donkey balls, but I couldn't find a job in my chosen field to save my life, and I had to do something. I went to black jack dealer school and passed my audition with flying colors, but I quite while I was waiting for an opening on the floor. I was afraid that because the money was so good, that I would get in a place financially where I would never leave. I had another job in the wings or I would have stayed. Since I have been out of work for so long I find my mind drifting in the direction of "well...there is always the casino" *shudder*.

I used to work in the basement of a bank encoding checks. All day long I'd pad around the bank in my socks collecting more checks to encode, because to hell with shoes. One day the bank's president stopped me and asked about the habit. I thought for sure I was going to get reprimanded, but instead he offered to buy my socks. The dirtier and the smellier they were, the more they were worth to him. So I'd wear one pair all week, only taking them off to shower, then sell them to him for $50 on Fridays. It kept us off food stamps at the time, but I felt so dirty having to be around him all the time that I eventually quit the job. Now I wish he was still around, because we could really use the cash. I've since tried to find buyers for my socks and shoes, but to no avail.

Me? Well. My "ugh"-work is less interesting to hear about than yours is, but usually it consists of getting in to the office while it's still dark, fiddling around with spreadsheets and documents all day long, then going from the parking garage at my current day-job to the parking garage of my "second" job, changing into a tux on the way, and helping run a banquet. Then maybe coming home and gluing rhinestones to stuff for another job for an hour while I talk to my husband (yeah, the kids are already asleep, I've missed them completely) before bed, posting a whine about it all to my blog (which, now that it makes me a small--VERY SMALL--sum in advertisin, I feel like I ought to update daily), and going to sleep so I can wake up six hours later and start the cycle all over again. Today I found out my husband needs dental work adding up to more than the blue book value of our vehicle just to make his mouth SAFE (he has donor organs and is therefore immunosuppressed, so a dental infection could get ugly FAST), which is not even discussing the four crowns he also "needs" (and which are NOT going to happen). I am working from home today so I could take him to the dentist, and since I'm never not at work I also met with one of my kids' teacher for a conference and I may or may not have cried a little bit at the elementary school, because I didn't know which teacher was his; the first and last time I saw her was on Back to School night in September and I'm bad with faces. I would totally pee on someone despicable if it meant getting to sleep more than six hours in a row and maybe have dinner with my family.

Professional submission. Which I am changing in the near future. Don't care HOW MUCH I need the cash, I am not going there again, yo. Also, clients who want us to be unrealistically smelly are so...well. Unrealistic.