If I shared my resume with you, you probably wouldn’t believe it. The Variety is astounding and the length? Ridiculous.
Are you ready for this?
First I carried out groceries (1)
Then I was a waitress at a Dutch restaurant called Russ’ (2)
Then I went back to the grocery store as a Cashier (3)
After that I worked at Build-a-bear workshop as a party bear and master bear builder (4)
While I was doing that, I also delivered newspapers. (5)
Then I landed a job as a secretary at a driving school. (6)
To make some extra I $ worked at a pizza place on the side and then switched to delivering at Pizza hut. (7 & 8)
When I went back to school I trained as a server at On the border, also on the side. (9)
Because I was worried about making rent I picked up a 3rd job as a 3rd shift barista (10)
(my plan was to not sleep at all Wed – Sat… this also did not last long)
When co worker issues at the restaurant I switched to working at the planner store. (11)
(still a driving school secretary at this point)
When we moved to KY I quit both jobs and scrambled to find a new one, which I did, at a deli. (12)
After a while I moved up from that and worked in the Alumni office at Kel’s seminary (13)
When we moved to Oklahoma I took a job at a local bank, in the new accounts dept. (14)
I quit this when we had Noelle and then started helping at Kel’s ministry a bit. (15)
And then after Caedmon was born I took a break, and haven’t worked formally for 2 yrs.
But I did sell crochet baby hats for a while, as well as appliquéd onesies. (doesn’t count)
I told you, it’s ridiculous.
Do you want to know why I worked at all those places? For the most part, it wasn’t because I was a flake who couldn’t hold down a job, it was because I needed the money, to live on.
And because as the situations of my life changed, the jobs needed to change as well.
Most women have different moments in their lives when they feel like their father’s daughters, like Daddy’s girl. As for me? It’s hard work. My dad was a hard working guy and for a long stretch in my life he worked three jobs to keep our family afloat.
While he was doing that he was practically running our household, due to my Mom’s depression. And he was also managing my sister’s care as well, forever on the phone with a therapist or specialist, or my sister herself.
Yes, I feel like a Daddy’s girl when I bite my bottom lip and work my tail off. But it took me a really long time to be okay with this. For so long I wanted to be a bit more pampered, with less responsibility, I thought being spoiled would be nice for a change.
But that’s not me, and that wasn’t my Father and it wouldn’t have served me well in the long run.
Because in real life, when the going gets tough, the tough work their fingers to the bone for a while, for a season… or two. It’s true what they say about hard work, for the most part it pays off, those who refuse to quit… they get somewhere, someday, usually sooner than later.
This week I added two new jobs to that long resume (16 & 17) the first I’ve had in over two years. I’m working two days a week as a pre-school teacher and cleaning houses here and there, it’s only about 2 or 3 days a week and I get to take the kids with me to school for no added cost.
Honestly, it was a hard transition to give up my alone time on Tuesdays and Thursdays while the kids were at school in favor of working with MORE kids at a neighboring preschool.
I was worried about telling you, I was afraid that you’d think less of me, or Kel, because we have to work for the money we have. I was scared you’d think we were doing something wrong because I needed to work a bit to add to our income, to keep us floating.
For a while Kel’s income was enough, until suddenly it wasn’t anymore. We hung our heads in shame, we were debt free, with no car payments, we were canceling cable, Kel has a Master’s degree, how are we scraping? We must be doing it wrong.
But we aren’t, and so since the going got tough, this tough girl is earning some money, because it’s the right thing to do, because we need to bank some money, not live on our emergency fund.
I was worried it would be the end of Leanne the writer, that these jobs would steal all my writing time. But these new jobs? They can’t kill who God says I am and he says that I’m to write, so write I will.
Where there is a will, there is a way, and as my resumé reflects, I’m no stranger to hard work… who knows what good will come from these new experiences?
No matter where I work or where I do, I still ultimately work for the God who wastes nothing and that is very good news friends.
How many jobs on your official resumé? What’s your most interesting one? Has anyone been in a chicken costume on the side of the road?
Have you every felt ashamed for having to work to keep floating? (let’s agree to stop doing that, shall we?)