How I Found My Niche

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Hello, Goldilocks!.”

I have always had a job.  A month following my sweet 16th birthday, and after filling out several applications at various places, I was employed.

The job was at “Kmart“.  My boss was a pervert.  I got paid “in cash”every Friday.  That was their policy…an envelope of cash with an earnings slip inside.  For a teenager that is a dangerous concept.  I usually stopped at several different stores before actually making it to my bank account with the change…literally change…that was left over. I quit that job once I had gained enough “working experience” to get another job.  Mainly because I couldn’t handle the “pervert” anymore.  He was about 25 years my senior and a slob.  And all my fellow employees were women…attractive women….with the same complaint of creepiness about him.

My next job was working as a hostess for a hotel restaurant establishment.  If you are ever in the “not so little anymore” town of Rock Springs, WY there is a place there called the “Outlaw Inn“.  It’s been years since I have worked there so I can’t say the food is good anymore beings that the chef who was there when I was there is probably long gone.   But I hear they still serve “rocky mountain oysters” on the menu.  I thoroughly enjoyed working here.  The Chef and his wife were always so nice to me an loved that I could tally up the end of the night quickly and efficiently right down to the penny.  He used to time me with a stop watch and always with a smile on his face.  I was “let go” from there after a new floor manager came into play who’s daughter I didn’t get along well with at school.  “Lou” was very upset with her and the owner and from what I hear was not very pleased with my replacement.  Let’s just say he would be stuck there for hours waiting for her to balance her work sheets.

Here I was …my senior year in high school…and I needed yet another job.  I found one within days at an “answering service”.  This was long before the time of the internet.  I sat at a desk and plugged cords into an actual operator board.  Yes antiquated I know.  I left there to pursue my life in the big city after graduation.

I decided it was time to get a job that I could see myself succeeding at…one that I could somehow venture my foot into the door and make a career out of.  Somehow my crazy head thought about the “medical field”.  I am not fond of dealing with any bodily fluids therefore the “office” part of a medical practice was my best option.

The first doctor I worked for, a rheumatologist, was a slow paced family owned practice with a “maximum” amount of patients seen in a day.  I handled everything at the front desk.  Greeting patients, retrieving their charts, verifying any insurance coverage, answering the phone, checking the patients out and gathering payments.  And all of this recorded on ledger cards via a TYPEWRITER!  Yes you read that right…there was no computer system in that office.  Everything was typed onto a ledger card and filed alphabetically by the last name of the patient.  Once again….antiquated!  I resigned from there due to the fact that after two years of working my ass off I had not seen a raise or any form of medical benefits that I had been promised.

I went on to work for Hitler…another doctor who cared about nothing more then how much money each patient would bring in.   In this office there was a “minimum” amount of patients to be seen and if that amount wasn’t reached there was hell to pay.  This man was a complete whack job…even going to the extent of throwing patient’s charts at us and telling all his office staff how worthless and stupid we all were.  It’s no wonder that some girls would go on break and never return.

I battled through his ignorance and while doing so I attended cosmetology school.  I remember getting my nails done one time and thinking how great it would be to sit around and gossip all day and get paid for it.  Next thing I knew I was no longer the client but the beautician.  And finally I had found my niche.  I worked for myself and loved not having anyone breathing down my neck about this or that.  No perverts, no ignorance, no jealousy…nothing to deal with except for maybe the occasional picky client…but even the worst of those were better then any “authority” I had to deal with before.  For 20 years I built a career and someday…once my youngest has started full days of school…I will return to it…probably still blogging of course.

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5 comments

  1. Wow you certainly worked for a lot of cretins in the early days! I can relate to what you’ve said because I did too… Glad you found your niche and ended up working for yourself. I’m currently debating whether to leave my very well paid part time banking job to try and pursue my dream of becoming a pro-blogger and full time writer. Really want to get cracking on my second book 🙂

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    1. You should be very proud of yourself for the accomplishment of a first book. I had never really thought about writing which is funny because I use to love to write papers in English class. I always had A’s all throughout my “school” life in that subject. Blogging is more of a hobby for me…if I could pick another profession to do it would be photography…I love taking pictures and working with them digitally. I know one thing is for sure and that is I am happiest when I am creating something. Your decision on what to do will come to you…it’s amazing what we mommies can juggle all at once 😉

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  2. Please make sure you continue blogging! Always fun and interesting to hear how people have reached this point in their lives. On ‘hiatus” from working outside the home myself, I’m trying to figure out what I really want to be when i grow up, whenever that may be.

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