I recently got a job. A job a at Walmart. Now here’s where it all comes to a head. I have actually pondered over this blog for several days. That’s pretty stupid. If I were to say “I got a job as a stripper!” Everyone would say-oh how wonderful that you’re willing to support your family. Instead, I have a secure position with people I like in a town I like for….pretty much no pay (although it is more than I was getting at the playhouse). But it’s something.
Here, there are no places to work. I went to orientation with people driving from all over to get to work. Insane. But I like living where I do. I like that I don’t work with a bunch of drunks who sleep with each other. I like that no one is trying to compete with me for the new position every few weeks. And I like that gossip is GREATLY discouraged and there’s a zero retaliation policy. Sweet. (And for those of you working in offices, you know EXACTLY what I mean). I don’t have to work up reports at the end of the night, keep up with and subscribe to all the journals of my field, go to seminars and conferences every other week. Or work 20 hours off the clock and 60 hours on. I’m married to my husband, not my career, and my priorities are God and family, not my supervisor and advancement.
So yes, I made straight A’s, took all the hard classes graduated college with honors with some crazy degree everyone cringes at when they hear the name, but I work at Wal-mart. And I like it :P!