Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Too Many Clothes Changed My Career

I just read a post, here, about a girl who chose a career path because of doughnuts. I've chosen doughnuts for lunch or dinner but I never thought of using them to choose a career path. It's probably a good thing as I have a problem with doughnuts. I can eat two dozen in one sitting. I'm not exaggerating.

I did choose a career path based on too many clothes once. Or I didn't choose a career path because of too many clothes. It depends on how you look at it.

When I was in my early twenties, I worked at the local University. As far as jobs go in which you work for someone else, it wasn't bad. My boss was easy to get along with and the work wasn't difficult. I was also working my way up the ladder and was supervising my area. I didn't like it though. I didn't like working for someone else, nor did I like having to ask permission to go to lunch or take a day off or go to a dental appointment. I had already spent the majority of my life following other's rules and continuing to do it grated on me. I answer to my husband and my mother. That's enough for anyone.

Actually quitting was another story. I hadn't finished my degree and had no prospects. What could I possibly do?

My husband and I had always used just one income to pay our monthly bills so it wouldn't be that difficult to quit though we would lose a great deal of our extra money and buying groceries would be a stretch. We were also in debt and my quitting would put paying that down farther off.

I knew I wanted to work at home. I didn't know yet what I would do at home but I did know I wanted my couch to double as my office. To bring this idea to my husband, I sat and wrote down all of my expenses. These expenses included all of the expenses of working. We ate out almost every night, we were behind on bills because I was too exhausted to go through them, and I spent a lot of money on gas to get me to work and clothes to wear when I got there. What was left over was a pittance.

I haven't worked outside of the home since. I no longer own a pair of dress slacks or respectable heels. What I do from home, and how I got to where I am today, is a long, drawn out story full of drama, sleepless nights, and weight gain, but I've done it all in my yoga pants which has made it all completely worth it.

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2 comments:

  1. Just read your comment on The Pioneer Woman about her leaping womb. I am so glad you chimed in. I adopted my son when he was born last February. Sometimes the whole "Waaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I want to get pregnant and have baby number FIVE...." act gets a little played. This was my comment:

    "I loved looking back at your kids and how they’ve grown.
    I get how it can make you tear up as I’ve been weeping as I plan Baby’s First Birthday.
    Pregnant women don’t make my womb leap as I have a broken womb. After a decade of miscarriage and wanting what everyone else seemed to be able to have so easily, sometimes my heart breaks all over again at the sight of a pregnant woman. “Happy for you, sad for me” is the tightrope that those of us who struggle with infertility and loss walk every day."

    Lacie
    http://funnylittlepollywogs.com

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  2. Thanks for your comment, Lacie! I actually thought twice before posting my own comment and am glad that I was not alone in my feelings. I love her blog, but those types of posts do sometimes grate at me.

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