So here is how it goes. When I was growing up my parents owned their own shop. They worked ALL the time. Most of my childhood I sat among boxes in a storeroom. I watched Golden Girls. I read Archie. I also worked. Age appropriate jobs, of course. So I started my working life at 10. By the time I was old enough to get a worker's permit I hightailed it out of there and got a job somewhere else. Working for your family isn't fun. Actually working for other people isn't fun either. Working for your family is even less fun. So I worked every summer until I graduated college and got a full time big person job. Then I got a better big person job and then another. Then I had a baby. Well, that was the end of the big person job. Then I had another baby, and then another and before I called it a day I had one more.
Actually a whole, huge amount of fun and exciting things also happened but that isn't part of this story. This is about working and where I am now. It's time to decide what comes next.
Here is what I know. I love making my own schedule. I like being here when the kids get off the bus. I love that summer is not spent in an office looking out the window wishing I were outside. Basically I want to work from 10-3 and have most of the summer off. Sounds like a great job, doesn't it?? There's just tons of jobs like that around!
