It’s a long time three years. I look back at my naive 20 year old self and think I was an idiot.
I shouldn’t have taken that job. It was the worst mistake.
I recently turned 23, and three years ago today I walked out of a job that I hated. Why did I hate it? It was costing me money, the travelling was ridiculous and the woman I worked for was horrible. Simple as that.
But that day was also a turning point.
Yes I cried and regretted what I’d done instantly. However it soon felt like a weight was lifted. I did the one thing I never had the guts to do, and that was send an email to someone I didn’t know hoping they’d give me an opportunity.
Well that one email worked. I had an immediate response, and started volunteering two days a week.
I got a job at a jewellers. I had a source of income again.
I got employed by the school 10 months later.
As of January 2015 I had two jobs..
January 2016, I still had two jobs…
January 2017.. I’m now a higher level teaching assistant (so I can cover classes), I still work at the jewellers and I have a new car.
Age 20 I had nothing. Age 23 life has gotten better.
Yes it’s about working hard. If I hadn’t volunteered I wouldn’t be where I am now.
To get what you want takes time. Do I have everything I want? No I don’t, but I’ll keep working for it.