For the first time since January, today I had to wake up and go to work. Unfortunately due to my back injury, it's not the same job I had 10 months ago but where I'm going is 'home'.
In 2004, I was looking for part time work to do after school and during the summer so my uncle graciously gave me a job. Not only was it family-owned, but the office manager became a second mom to me. Sometimes, she was on my about my homework and grades more then my mom was! Going to the office never felt like work because we had so much fun and enjoyed each others company. One day, she had decided to move on - leaving the office to me. This was all good until my uncle brought in a guy to 'help' around the place since he wasn't able to be there as much as he liked. Well, this waste of a life never answered the phones and when he did, he would just put them on hold, he talked on his cell with people overseas all day, and worse of all, he treated me like crapola! I'm not just being dramatic when I say that... he would yell at me over stuff I didn't do and on the off chance he actually pissed me off a little, he would yell at me more to change my attitude and be more professional. Seriously?!? Who's the unprofessional one here? Me, who comes into work to do her job or you, the arrogant ahole who looks down upon women??? It was October of 2008 when I had enough and I left. It was a tough decision for me but I couldn't take the abuse any longer. (side note: that jerkface has been fired since)
After that I had another office job then worked for a veterinary office and eventually ended up at a job in the medical field... I LOVED it! My patients were the best (well most of them were) and a lot of my co-workers were amazing people. Apparently, being an 110 pound girl moving 200+ pound patients is not the best combination though.
So here I am - 10 months later - dealing with an unknown back injury that causes me a ton of physical and emotional pain. But not having an income definitely affects the bank account and even though I don't feel 100% (or even 75%) I need to work. Not just for the money but to get out of the house. I honestly say I miss working.