Here I am again
Once upon a time or two years ago to be exact, I made myself a promise. I was going back to school and quitting the life of a lowly retail employee. I was tired of going to work for a company that didn't care who I was or what my life was like and especially didn't care whether or not I enjoyed my job. So I quit and decided to never look back.
Well that one turned around and slapped me in the face. Two years later and I am living on my own with my husband and going to college full time. I always wondered why certain jobs seemed to be filled by college students, now I know. This is because college students, like me, are young, dumb and broke. All that money the school sends you, grant money and loans...it doesn't last. It's not enough to survive on. Sure it's enough to possible cover your school expenses and maybe pay your rent, if you're careful. But if you want a real life, one that includes food, clothing, electric and sometimes, just sometimes, fun...that money is not going to cover it.
After a month of complaining and fighting the idea of going back to work, as well as dozens of resumes sent out to jobs I was not in any way experienced enough before, I gave it. I think in the end, it was hunger and boredom that broke me. It's funny how those two go together, I mean if you're bored you want to eat and if you're hungry, well that's just boring. Anyway, I broke.
One my first day of job hunting, I was hired. And I am now the one thing I promised myself I would never be... A cashier.