At the tender age of twenty-eight I have an outstanding resume. (Or so I have been told). The various employers I had the opportunity to work under, made me realize one thing. I HATE working for other people. You know that moment, when it’s the end of your shift and you have the benefit of counting down your register, only to realize, you’ve made more money in one shift for your employer, than you make in one paycheck for the whole week… Ummm. Something’s not right. I would say my “inconsistencies” in my job placements tell a story that HR Representative’s always seemed to overlook. Clearly I wasn’t happy at McDonalds, I wasn’t valued enough for the work I did as a Medical Assistant, Working at a call center was never my calling, Being a Shift Supervisor at Dunkin Donuts left me with no free time, (someone was always calling out sick and I lacked the ability to say no). Bagging groceries at Hannaford was just not my thing, and Starbucks felt like a betrayal due to my unnerving loyalty to Dunkin Donuts and it kind of interfered with something I thought would be my lifelong career. (Turns out it was just another trial job). I’ve had the lovely pleasure of Waking up in the early mornings, Overnights left me sleep deprived, and afternoons just felt like my whole day was spent making money for someone else. Who never found it necessary to show his or her face and a simple thank you would have been the extra push I needed some days.
One thing for sure, I always fell in love with my dreams. You know the things that bring you the most joy? The very things you tell yourself you will work on after you get home from work, but by the time you get home, your hungry, tired and just want to take a hot shower and go to sleep. How many people do you know that have given up on their dreams, because they need to make money? The very thing you would love to do takes time, dedication, motivation, and A LOT of sacrifice. Unless you have the luxury of coming from luxury your dreams are most likely just dreams.
Job after job after job. and yet I still can’t find a place I can wake up to consecutively for five years or more and be happy. Although my dreams have stayed the same, the opportunities to work in the field I love just aren’t there. Or they are, but they are limited and require experience that I don’t have because you can’t get experience without someone willing to hire you on without experience. Orrrr… another annoying thing, you need a degree, which takes 2-4 years and school unfortunately doesn’t pay the bills. So a 2-4 year program will take about 4-8 years to complete, for someone like me the sole provider, and no financial help. I was not born into wealth, I was born into a system that purposely holds you back. (But that’s another topic).
Jobs today require a number of skills for a number of years that you could only get from job training. Back in History if you were a shoe polisher, you only polished shoes. Today they require you to know how t polish shoes, make the shoes, tie the shoe strings, and come up with a marketing strategy for selling the shoes, as well as work the register and count it down at the end of the day. The tasks were simple, the work was not hard, I mean if you had a talent you got paid for that talent. If you knew how to build toys you became a toy builder. If you knew how to plant flowers, you were a gardener. Today, technology has evolved so much that natural talent doesn’t just get you the job anymore. Anyone can do a worldwide “how to” web search and be given the instructions on how to. Along with video’s for our visual learner’s, not only step by step instruction, but you can physically watch how to produce a project/product from the comfort of your own home. For FREE!
Sometimes I wish I could go back in History and live in a different era. Where jobs were based on skill and natural talents, where rent was nowhere near $1,000, the cost of milk was 14 cents, and the cost of living matched the majority of wages. Technology was meant to make things easier. The easier things got the lazier people became, the greedier people were, and eventually just putting food on the table became intangible. People were ultimately looking for a way out and a quick extra buck, because you could no longer go to your boss and tell him or her that your family is struggling and they willingly give you a loaf of bread.
My My How Times Have Changed. Take Me Back, Tell Me Whose To Blame. Erase The Records, Rewrite The Scenes. Make Us Whole, Remove The Greed. For Thou Shall Sin To Make Ends Meet. Forgive Me, Forgive He. I Dream With Love, I Lose With Hate. Lust Is Wrong And So Is Greed.
xoxo ; Jay