I got my first “job” when I was 14 or 15.
It wasn’t anything fancy- my sister got me a job bagging groceries at the Waldbaum’s grocery store that she worked at. Technically, I didn’t work at the store, but I was able to snag tips from the customers while I bagged their groceries. This job didn’t last very long, though, I remember breaking a massive jug of apple cider that someone purchased for Thanksgiving.
My first real job, though, was at a coffee shop near my high school. I got the job because I wanted a pair of Guess jeans and my mother told me there was no way in hell she’d buy be a pair of $80 jeans. She told me that if I wanted jeans that cost that much, I’d need to get a job.
So I did.
I put those $80 jeans on layaway (because I didn’t want them to run out of my size and really, working a few days after school for a few hours didn’t really give me a large paycheck after taxes).
Throughout the years, I’ve had one job or another. I’ve cleaned bathrooms for an elderly neighbor, proudly worked at a gas station for 2 years and at one point in college, I had 3 jobs.
I’m a hustler (pronounced: hus-il-a, listen to some Jay-Z if you’re confused about this pronunciation). I have, and probably always will, be a working woman. I hold stay-at-home moms (and dads) up high- I truly do. I do not belittle or negate anything that they do, as I believe it is one of the hardest jobs in the world. For me, though, I belong out in the workforce.
With that being said, I was very nervous about resigning from my position as a second grade teacher in Colorado to follow my husband as he accepted a promotion and a new position within his company. I started to have flashbacks of what it was like to be a Stay-At-Home parent to Pea and how I struggled with that. I wondered what it would be like to be a SAHM to two children and would I be able to do it well.
By the grace of God, during our first week here (in Ohio), I saw a posting for what I like to call my “dream job” and so, I applied. By the end of my first week here, I was offered a job. I brought my 4-year-old and my 1-year-old with me to sign my contract, because I am a mom first. I kindly told Human Resources that, yes, I want the job but I do not have childcare and so my children would be present unless they had another idea… they didn’t.
I have jumped head first into a completely new position. While I’m not in the classroom this year, I am still working in education and it is great. I am disturbingly busy and my brain is full of so many ideas, but it’s new and it’s challenging and I love it.
It’s the best job in the world, as far as I’m concerned.
I was taking a break from all of my crazy this week and I had the epiphany that I was meant to work. I cannot not work. I feel fiercely insufficient when I’m not working. Not because anyone is making me feel insufficient, but for me, working is what I was meant to do.
And so, that’s what I do.
I work it, girl.