Or has it? I’ve never had the chance to explore it. As soon as I was old enough to gain employment I did just that. And have been working since.
I can remember being about ten, working in my father’s office as a secretarial assistant. I’d be doing basic odd jobs here and there to “earn” my own paycheck. The office secretary would even type me a personal timesheet and wage invoice and put it in a little brown manila envelope with my pay.
I was so proud.
Despite the fact that I would earn no more than forty dollars maximum, from that day on the notion of working for my own money was a simple pleasure I’d never overcome.
Though I’ve worked many jobs (often all at once) the decision to quit my current bill payers was a tough one, but it had to be done.
I’ve been working with the same company now for over five years going between full-time and part-time employment. However, I always seem to be stuck working late nights and weekend shifts.
On top of that I babysit twice a week for a family.
Not to mention I intern unpaid at a Public Relations agency.
And I even clean my parents’ three-storey house once a week for extra cash.
The saying overworked, underpaid and underappreciated is definitely one I can relate with.
So the idea of saying adios to jobs that had become depressing was certainly appealing.
But the independent, logical, self sufficient, Sam I am, had different ideas.
How would I pay my rent? How would I afford to eat? How long would it take to be employed again? Would it be a career-related job (fingers crossed) or another bill payer? Would I have to get a loan? Would I ask for support from my partner or family? Would I really have to downgrade to a shit-box car? How was I going to keep up with the latest fashion if I couldn’t afford Vogue or Fashion Quarterly?
I still can’t answer those questions and my final pay goes into my bank account next week.
But the best part? I’m not worried. Well, kind of. But, I’ve never felt so relieved.
For so long I have been weighed down by working multiple jobs (usually at a minimal wage) that it has all become unenjoyable. I haven’t had full weekends free in six years!
I suppose you could say the fear of the unknown had held me back so long.
As I mentioned in my introductory post, I’ve wanted to establish a routine and create some stability for some time now.
Perhaps quitting all my jobs and opening up my calendar completely isn’t doing quite that. But it’s a start. I know it.
I just have to work out the next step. Whatever that may be. But you know what?
I’m actually excited to begin the journey. Nervous, but motivated to make it all work for me.
So until then, I’m just going to sit back and enjoy ticking the unemployed box for a while.
Unless of course, you have a job for me. Then lets talk.
I would gladly take my pay in those brown manila envelopes again, too, by the way. In case you were wondering.