Most of us have probably been there at one time or another: the dreaded worst job in the world. Some may have been there numerous times. For me, it was just a few times ... like serving pizza on Friday nites, cleaning dressing rooms and soliciting credit card apps in retail .... the list goes on.
A few years back, I held a job that I thought was going to be my dream job. It wasn't. It sucked. I was making less money than I almost ever had while working more hours than I ever had. I was on call 24/7 and had a work cell phone. Need I say more?
The best thing to come out of that job in 2006 was the group of girls I met and am proud to keep in touch with today. Back then, some of us were barely out of college. I was not one of those "us," I was in my late 20s. Some of us were in relationships, some of us were single and loving life, some of us were just finding the loves of our life. Since then, we've all moved jobs. Some of us went back to that job, but the one fact remained: we remain friends.
This is me and Susan after a flight to the Grand Canyon ... NEVER again for me, I was so sick. Bleck.
To Sherm, Dallia, Deb, Erin, Katie and those who couldn't be there ... thanks for being the best thing to come out of an awful job.