Yesterday, I had my first shift at the local burger joint I mentioned in Milkshakes & Mops. In case you were wondering, I wore another Star Wars shirt and milkshake ended up all over Princess Leia (RIP Carrie Fisher). I really enjoyed the work – taking food orders, calling it back to the cooks, making drinks and milkshakes. I have worked with food and drinks before (at a Starbucks licensed store inside of a Safeway), but it has been a really long time (like over 10 years).
At one point during my shift, I started talking to my new boss about why I was doing what I was doing – working at the burger place, cleaning houses, doing deliveries, blogging, etc. I told him that I was taught that success came from work that others would deem valuable – such as high pay, specialized jobs, or highly valued/respected industries. Burger flipping wasn’t any of these things. Serving food, cleaning houses, delivery – none of these occupations would be considered respected or valued or high in pay. It somewhat shocked me to realize (i.e. my breakthrough) that my reasons for doing this were to re-evaluate and and redefine my definition for success. I am exhausted by my efforts to get a degree when no one thing seems to fit. I am over the judgment from others and the harsh criticisms I place on myself for no good reason. I am not doing all of this just to break free of the 9 to 5 – I want to stop making myself feel bad for not “succeeding” in the 9 to 5, and I really want to help others do the same. That is what this blog is all about. Off we go!
Today is my husband’s birthday. We didn’t do much – laundry, dealing with taking out the recycling and garbage, packing for a quick Portland trip this weekend – oh, and yeah – I chopped off all of my hair!
Honestly, it was time. I really love short hair and have been getting it cut short for a while now. But after all the sweating I did yesterday while cleaning that giant house and after waking up every morning with my hair all over the place – I knew it was time to cut it WAY down.
I’m not going to lie – I feel like I did something a little insane and I’m probably 60% in denial right now. But, it feels nice and it’s only going to get hotter. #SummerIsComing
That’s all for now. We’re going to be gone until Sunday afternoon so I’ll write more then. Also, don’t grow too accustomed to the clever blog post titles. They probably won’t last.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours. — Hunter S. Thompson
My parents went to work like every other mom and dad I knew. My dad worked long hours as a welder and my mom worked every day cleaning houses. The thing that set my mom apart, though, was that she was always her own boss. She owned her own business and had the freedom to choose her clients, dates she worked, and how much money she made. She could pick my brother and me up from school and take us to a movie (it happened). She could be there when we got home if she wanted, or come pick us up from school if we were sick. As a child, I saw this as having freedom and I knew that I wanted it, too.
As I got older, I struggled with the idea of having a 9-to-5, and my first jobs lasted mere days or weeks. My desire for job freedom was so strong that I tried starting a business when I was 11, but my lack of knowledge and resources didn’t allow me to get far. Unrelated to my desire for job freedom, I struggled with depression. At age 20, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder type II and that issue coupled with being unmedicated made it nearly impossible to hold down a job for longer than a year or two.
As of the date of this post, I am 33-years-old living in Seattle with my husband and dog. Even though I am currently medicated for my mental illness, I still struggle with holding down work. It isn’t just my mental illness or desire for job freedom that holds me back – I am also what some would consider a multipotentialite. I have many interests and passions and I want to pursue all of them in due time. I don’t want to limit myself to just one thing, which is why I have $50,000+ in student loan debt and no degree – I could never decide on what career path to pursue.
So you may be asking yourself where I’m going with all of this. I decided to stop trying to force myself into the 9-to-5 mold. Instead, I am signing myself up for every job platform (e.g. Wag, Instacart, Handy, and TaskRabbit) app I can think of. My hope in starting this blog is to chronicle my efforts in obtaining freedom from the 9-to-5 through working for myself. I am going back to my roots and cleaning houses. I will also be working for a local burger joint part-time (1-2 days per week) for a little stability. I hope you’ll follow me on this journey.