The work.
June 26, 2009
I started my first job just before I was 16, and worked there until I was just about to turn 20. I had grown up with those girls, I had bosses who loved me like I was there own kid and took care of me. I had stepped up into the role of a senior, and protected the younger girls. It was most of teenager years, and I went through most my trauma there.
When I started at my new job, it was more stressful, more boring and nothing like the family business I was used to. I’d go from bored, to busy and stressed, to thinking I had it worked out. After about six months, I’ve started seeing some awesome marketing opportunities, began wanting to step up in my job and make my mark. I’m surprised, I didn’t think I’d get here with this job. It’s now time to start it up and get noticed.
The other point I’m surprising myself with, is my acceptance of my new co-workers. Like I said previously, I grew up with the girls from my first job. We finished school, went to uni, had first boyfriends, had first breakups, first acoholic drinks, all that fun stuff, and now I am in an environment where everyone is older than me (except one co-worker) and I thought I would never get to that caring stage.
Then one day, I walked back from the loo, walked into the room. The co-workers who can drive me bonkers, where laughing. I joined in the craziness for a few seconds and then realised, maybe, just maybe I will get there with these guys. Maybe.
