For those who haven't heard,
I have been able to leave my job in Provo, UT and have been currently employed with Ann Taylor. I am so grateful to be there. Everyone who I work with is so sweet, willing to help, and loves my strong style (Which is good, since I was afraid my style wasn't conservative enough.) I learn more everyday, and find that it is much easier to help clients find blouses and pants than a wedding dress. Which makes plenty of sense. But the change is good and brings a wave of relief. One that I seriously needed.
Then I got my weeks schedule.
I work a total of 12 hours.
This sent me into a panic. While I was working in Provo, I was working up to 45 hours a week. I am used to be constantly busy. It quickly dawned (Dawnley haha) on me that a second job is necessary. So on that note, I have turned in application to Jet Blue. And have had references sent to inquire about MAC cosmetics, Maggie Sottero Bridal, and Dillards.
I have some large goals ahead of me, that I plan to accomplish. Some including moving out, a motorcycle, a new car, and a large retirement fund. And I understand that all of that can't be done immediately. But what I do want is a time line. I have a friend who is very good at analyzing. Through a large cookie covered in ice-cream he was able to lay his life out and a few options to take to get to each goal. Granted, he as graduated from Westminister and has much knowledge under is belt. But I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I saw is life becoming what he has had planned. And maybe it wasn't his plan, but the way it has been turning out is not half bad either.
I took the job in Provo in hopes to get me the right connections. I was designing. Or I was supposed to be. As time went by, I realized how much I was used not for my talents, but as a filler. Because my boss was too stubborn to hire someone else, and let me do what I was hired to do. Design got put on the back burner. And even further back, as I was pushed on to the sales floor. Now, I am good at sales, but that is not what I was hired to do. Why would I say yes to a job that was 50 minutes away, just I could work on sales, and then drive right back home. I wouldn't mind sales as much if it was at all closer, and under a much less suffocating environment. My senses dulled as I was lured into a dark building, with poor lighting, because again my boss was too stubborn to buy or fix it for appropriate lighting. Little things like that began to eat away at my soul. Not seeing the daylight, (yum! I just went to get the last slice of home made lemon cake. anyways..) Not being paid overtime, being lied to, shipments never coming in on time, water and power being shut off on moments notice... among many smaller and larger things. I feel I have lost energy, and that I took a step backwards. I stopped going to school. And I feel inadequate to work now.
Which is why I am so grateful for this job at Ann Taylor! There is lighting. There is structure. There is no threats of people coming and closing down the store. Every one is rewarded accordingly. Everyone works hard. And everyone gets paid on time. That was a huge blessing. Even the checks will be smaller. They will be on time.
So here I am.
Back to square one.
Needing a second job.
Only time will tell, and until then... I continue to punch out the days.
I have been able to leave my job in Provo, UT and have been currently employed with Ann Taylor. I am so grateful to be there. Everyone who I work with is so sweet, willing to help, and loves my strong style (Which is good, since I was afraid my style wasn't conservative enough.) I learn more everyday, and find that it is much easier to help clients find blouses and pants than a wedding dress. Which makes plenty of sense. But the change is good and brings a wave of relief. One that I seriously needed.
Then I got my weeks schedule.
I work a total of 12 hours.
This sent me into a panic. While I was working in Provo, I was working up to 45 hours a week. I am used to be constantly busy. It quickly dawned (Dawnley haha) on me that a second job is necessary. So on that note, I have turned in application to Jet Blue. And have had references sent to inquire about MAC cosmetics, Maggie Sottero Bridal, and Dillards.
I have some large goals ahead of me, that I plan to accomplish. Some including moving out, a motorcycle, a new car, and a large retirement fund. And I understand that all of that can't be done immediately. But what I do want is a time line. I have a friend who is very good at analyzing. Through a large cookie covered in ice-cream he was able to lay his life out and a few options to take to get to each goal. Granted, he as graduated from Westminister and has much knowledge under is belt. But I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I saw is life becoming what he has had planned. And maybe it wasn't his plan, but the way it has been turning out is not half bad either.
I took the job in Provo in hopes to get me the right connections. I was designing. Or I was supposed to be. As time went by, I realized how much I was used not for my talents, but as a filler. Because my boss was too stubborn to hire someone else, and let me do what I was hired to do. Design got put on the back burner. And even further back, as I was pushed on to the sales floor. Now, I am good at sales, but that is not what I was hired to do. Why would I say yes to a job that was 50 minutes away, just I could work on sales, and then drive right back home. I wouldn't mind sales as much if it was at all closer, and under a much less suffocating environment. My senses dulled as I was lured into a dark building, with poor lighting, because again my boss was too stubborn to buy or fix it for appropriate lighting. Little things like that began to eat away at my soul. Not seeing the daylight, (yum! I just went to get the last slice of home made lemon cake. anyways..) Not being paid overtime, being lied to, shipments never coming in on time, water and power being shut off on moments notice... among many smaller and larger things. I feel I have lost energy, and that I took a step backwards. I stopped going to school. And I feel inadequate to work now.
Which is why I am so grateful for this job at Ann Taylor! There is lighting. There is structure. There is no threats of people coming and closing down the store. Every one is rewarded accordingly. Everyone works hard. And everyone gets paid on time. That was a huge blessing. Even the checks will be smaller. They will be on time.
So here I am.
Back to square one.
Needing a second job.
Only time will tell, and until then... I continue to punch out the days.
