Growing up when I was younger was relatively easy from about one year of age to about six years of age. Both of my parents worked, but my mom was the one who was able to keep a steady job, while my dad wasn't able to hold one down. From the ages one year to about six years, we moved probably three different times that I can remember from a young age. After I turned seven years old, we moved to a small city called Santa Maria, California. It had a very comfortable and country-type of feel to it; there were farms, cows, and luckily enough, I had relatives who lived there, so I at least knew a few people.
I've been a dog trainer for over two years now—part of a corporate company—and despite stepping down and going on another career path, becoming one was the best decision I made. I've met some incredible people and their wonderful four-legged friends that they brought for classes. Being able to teach and explain to the owners to look at things in a different perspective has helped saved so many lives from being released to a shelter and given up on.
I'm like a good majority of this current generation by trying a dating app like Tinder or POF (Plenty of Fish, if you don't know what that means), and not all of guys I met on them were horrible, but there was one on POF that was the worst I've ever encountered. A few of the reasons why I decided to try a dating app are because I'm usually busy with work, I tend to be very shy, meeting new people does make me nervous sometimes, and it seemed like the easiest and best option for me.
Reading the title, you might assume this is a story about a retail worker complaining about their job and sure, depending on the perspective, it could. Any job has their difficulties but for those of you who don't understand what's happening to the retail world, I'll explain it to you.