I am a writer. I have always been a writer in the heart. I have always loved to write. There are many reasons I do not let a day go by without writing something. Writing comes easy for me, and I almost never get writer's block. When I am not writing on paper, I am writing on the chalkboard of my mind. My friends often ask me how I can find so many things to write about. I have never had a problem finding things to write about. I have only had the problem of carving out time to write what is on my mind.
In September of 2017, I quit my job. It wasn't a high-powered job office that I needed a bunch of schooling and a minimum master's degree to acquire. I was a nanny. I still am, just extremely part-time. I have been a nanny for going on six years. I enjoy my job and I am very good at it. I used to work in Santa Monica for an affluent family. The kid I helped raise went to school with kids whose parents were celebrities, writers, directors, high-powered attorneys, and fashion designers. I spoke with and saw those parents on a daily basis. I was making great money and was even interviewing with families that were much richer than the one I currently worked for. At twenty six I was offered jobs that I would make $70,000 per year plus benefits, and if I were to work that job for a minimum of a year I would easily be wanted by families who would be happy to pay me that lucrative $100K that celebrity nannies make. I was on a quick path to living a nice life while being able to travel the world on someone else's dime.
If I say the word "Improv," what does it make you think of? If I had to guess, it would be either the show Whose Line is it Anyway or that time your friend convinced you to go to some college show you never want to think of again.
CHAPTER 1: The problem with regular jobs
Making cake for a living. Doesn't that sound like a dream? The best job in the world. A mountain of frosting waiting to be conquered.
This is a story I thought I would never tell. It's something I'm quite embarrassed by; however, I don't necessarily think the whole scenario was my fault. I'm sure I'm not the only person in the world who has been dismissed from their job, but there couldn't have been a worse time for me to get fired. This has inspired me to start writing about all the jobs I had because every job I seem to have been in, there has always been an issue; whether it's the managers bullying me, me uncertain of whether I'm going to be kept on or not, or other staff members moaning and talking about everybody. I'm going to start the segment called: Horrible Jobs, where I'm going to write all about my jobs, and what went right and wrong in the end.With the most current job I've been in, it started this Monday just past, and I was going to work in this pharmacy twenty hours a week. When I first started the job, in the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn't get my hopes up if everything goes right in the day, because every job I've had, something has gone wrong, and everybody I lived with was like, "Oh but this may be something you want to do for a while." Sadly, you can't tell that after only working there three days.
CHAPTER 1: The problem with regular jobs
Parents who say they want to spend more time with their children, trailing military spouses who, by virtue of their spouse’s career, need to move every few years, retirees needing supplemental income, people with disabilities—whatever your reason, there is a work from home job for you!
If you are someone who, at any point in your life, has thought about what to spend the rest of it doing, I'm sure you have heard something similar to or along the lines of "doing what you love hardly makes it seem like work." Everyone has heard this at one time or another, even if you are someone like myself who has known exactly what you wanted to be when you grew up from a very young age.
It’s five minutes until closing time. It’s dead silent, you’re alone up in front, and there isn’t a customer in sight. I guess can start closing up, you think cheerfully. You turn your back for not even a split second, and THEY come in. THEY being a large group of late night college kids, hungry from traveling to see a game. This is the worst group of customers you will ever experience, and they always come right before close. They are the loudest, messiest, most obnoxious group on the face of this earth.
I love writing. It brings me joy every time I begin to write things down. I've always wanted to publish a book, create songs, and even become a ghostwriter. This has always been my dream. As I grew older, I had to put my passion for writing on the back burner and journey into the working industry. I would have stuck around, but I just couldn't, for I knew that there was so much more for me to do and accomplish. I knew having a regular 9-5 job just wouldn't cut it. I was tired, miserable, and bored, so I got out of the rat race and decided to create some ideas in which I could generate income from home.
I write copy. I have managed to train myself in writing copy since August of 2017. I attempt to write three articles of copy per day. The website I’m a member of has me at 2-stars right now and I was previously a 3-star. Occasionally I make mistakes because of my schizophrenia. I try too hard to fix them, but then I perceive them as unfixable so I give up. I usually send articles like that back, although this time I feel I should have given up. There is far more work at level 3. But level 2 is less responsibility.