Been thinking lately how blessed I am to have a job I love. Working with little kids brings a sense of fulfillment and purpose that no other career could ever give me.
And I've worked jobs that did not give me such fulfillment; in fact, they made me feel the exact opposite. Anxiety. Dread.
When I think back to the three most awful, dreadful days of my past working career, I immediately relive all the horror that came from being a...
Front Desk Receptionist at a Commercial Real Estate Agency.
Ew. I shiver in disgust.
If this is your position, I give you kudos, props and all sorts of virtual admiration.
I didn't cut it in the world of fast money, fake cheerfulness and high rollers.
My future was defined by the 3-day stint from Heck.
And I went running back to the chilluns just as quickly as I could.
And never looked back.
We've all had jobs we hated. Some of us aren't so lucky to escape so quickly, some not so blessed to have found their heart's desire.
I thank the Lord He led me to mine.
And I thank him for the jobs I worked that left me feeling sick and tired in the evening because they help feed my appreciation for the good stuff.