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Brought up Mar 30, 2014

Hoofin' Thoughts

I finally got to walk this morning. On days I work, it's difficult to get out there, since I like to walk in the mornings. The traffic tends to be heavy in the evenings and I'd rather not deal with that. Besides, my feet are usually too sore most of the day after work.

It dawned on me the other day that I have had my job for 6 months! Man, the last time I had a regular job like that was 27 years ago. I only worked about 4 months that time. Remember when the Mormons had commercials where if you called in to an 800 number, they would send you free spiritual material based on their beliefs? I worked in a warehouse where we packaged 1000s of audio tapes for shipment. I had to fold the paper insert put it into the case, stick in a cassette tape, close it up and put it into a large box. I doubt my hands would allow me to be as fast at that now as I was then.

I left that job because I discovered I was pregnant with my son. The warehouse was built where the military once stored something, and for some reason, there were very high incidences of miscarriages among the women working there. My husband and I decided we didn't want to take a chance on that.

Anyway, 6 whole months of employment.

Some may scoff, but I take pride in doing a good job. I was taught, anything worth doing is worth doing well the first time. I think I am doing it well.

I have finally been given fairly regular hours now. One girl who also did the one job that I was doing a couple of days a week, quit. I went to the boss and asked if it would be possible to get a few of her days, at least to fill in until they decided otherwise. She said, "You already are." I was thrilled. That they had enough confidence in my doing that particular job to give me some of the hours before I asked has given me a little bit confidence, too.

Man, that just made me a little teary eyed.

I have always been a perpetual screw up. I always seem to zig when I should have zagged, trip over a crack in the side walk, or my own feet, or otherwise do something so monumentally stupid, that I think some may doubt my intelligence sometimes.

I know it doesn't take a rocket scientist to do what I do, but I am very proud of it. It makes me feel so good to know it's appreciated.

Best of all, it means a fairly regular pay check!

Okay, so my girl brat still takes home more than double what I do, but still, that is honest cash I have earned with the sweat of my brow and own two hands.

Every payday, no matter what that slip of paper says, it makes me smile to scribble my name on the back, and the nice lady at the bank hand me green stuff I earned myself.

So, on my walk this morning, I was thinking about all the above, and noticed that I held my head a little higher, my back straighter, my step about as light as my sore feet and legs would allow.

I know it might not seem like much to some, but I am proud to have a job, to have kept it for 6 months, and to have that little bit of money that, for the most part, I can spend as I damned well please...

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wee woman » 4 years ago

Im proud of are a great lady I am proud to call the sister of my heart..