Iām currently on temporary unemployment benefits due to my job being closed for the summer so despite having a job waiting for me I still had to go see a lady about job prospects and my plans for the future.
She looked at my files and said āSoā¦what are your plans?ā
āMy plans?ā I asked.
āYes. Youāre a dishwasher. You donāt want to do that forever, do you?ā
āMaybe not, but Iām happy with it right now. It pays surprisingly well, I never have to work weekends or overtime, and itās the sort of job I donāt have to bring with me home mentally. It frees up a lot of time to do the things I likeā
āLike what?ā
āHobbies, my family, friends, my pets. I donāt want to hate my job but I donāt want it to be my whole life either, eating away at the things that give my life meaningā
She looked at me for a few seconds then said āYou knowā¦the older I get I understand that mindset more and moreā
And then she went into a very long, very personal rant about how she has started feeling like she wasted her life on high demand jobs and how taxing and mentally draining her current job is because she has to make huge decisions that can ruin peopleās lives and how do you not take that home with you? She loved drawing too but she hadnāt picked up a pen in years and-
So the conversation went from āYour life must be a bit shit with a job like thatā to āOh my god my job is shit and Iāve wasted my life on it!ā
I felt like I was the inciting incident in one of those lifetime movies about a woman quitting her job and moving back to her home town to make up for lost time. I hope sheās doing well.
