Daily Prompt asks: What jobs have you had?

I’ve had one job- I’ve been tied to retail since I was a teenager.

I would like to say that despite the fact I came from a family that were convinced I was destined to fail, I heroically rose above that harsh destiny they prepared me for- but  I didn’t.

Failure was coded into my DNA. But I’ll cut them some slack, to their credit my family did  prepare me to never amount to anything ,  so as I met one failure after another I did manage to get through it. I mean some people are destroyed when they fail. I just went out in search of my next failure like some Pioneer Girl riding  with her Ma and Pa in a covered wagon   jacked up on Red Bull and looking for her next big adventure.

I never went to college, I never aimed for higher then a minium wage job.

But there was a time when I worked as a Mortician’s Apprentice and I never considered that a job, I considered it a calling.

Unfortunately, shortly after I started my apprenticeship  I contracted  Graves Disease ( Funny, right? It’s a thyroid condition ) and it ran undiagnosed for about a year. In that time my health was failing. No matter how much I ate I lost weight, my hair was falling out and my hands were always shaking. I also started to suffer from a depression and was losing my ability to concentrate.

I thought that the pressure of the work was wearing me down- that I wasn’t cut out for it and it seemed to be true to what I had been raised to believe. I had aimed higher then what I capable of and I failed. My body, which was in a ruinous state at this point proved it.

I wasn’t diagnosed with Graves Disease until after I had left my Apprenticeship and I never went  back.  Sometimes I wish I had. It’s not like I couldn’t do the work, that I wasn’t good at it because I was.

I actually beat out Apprentices who had gone to Mortuary College ( which was not available in Washington state at that time ) for that position so that is a fact that the  girl who was born to be good for nothing couldn’t downplay or minimize.

The funny thing is my  ‘failure’ at the Cemetery and Funeral home actually did set me down a path that I was probably met to be on the entire time.

Since I was a little kid every teacher I had were encouraging me to develop my writing skills. Be a writer they said. You’re good they said.

The world is full of writers my family said. Don’t expect much they said. Work at the Mall they said. Remember the world is full of writers that nobody has ever heard of.   It’s crazy to think you’d be any different.

Anyway, after I left the Mortuary  I picked up a job in a warehouse and as depressing as that may sound, it turned out to be a good gig because after I took this job I have been able to work on my writing.

Say what you will about what I write here, but over the past 12 or more years I’ve actually improved. So that’s a plus. Also, I  think that the area of Seattle I work in- as well as the building itself have been nothing but inspirational.

So I’ve had one job that frankly I have always hated  but lucky for me I’ve had two callings that made up for that.

And I try everyday to be a better writer and to care about my craft because when someone drops a gift in your lap that turns out to be literally priceless it’s probably best to show the Universe a little gratitude.