I'm a worker. I love it. I was selling painted rocks as a child, moved into babysitting and by the time I was 15-years old, I was working as many hours as they would give me -- first in the jewelry stand and then in the drug store. (When I accomplished the pharmacy tech training and got to wear the white coat, I thought I was very cool.)
Eventually, I moved to the corporate world. I accomplished some things and I messed up some things. No time clock was involved. If I decided to take a walk at 2:00 PM, no one noticed or cared.
Everything comes full circle. Now I work from home and you would think my time is my own. Hah! I've reverted to the 15-year old person who works in retail and wants to know, "When is my break?"
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3 comments:
Hang on! It's coming up next week when you fly out of here with your girlfriends to Phoenix.
Love,
Mom
Your break is coming next week. Your girlfriends - and your MOM have spoken!
Remember when you worked in the jewelry stand, Deb @ The Shirt Shack, & I at Kenney Shoes? We'd take our breaks in each others place of employment. The best was when you pierced our ears! Ha Ha! We had fun at Eastgate Mall!
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