When we’re seemingly in a limbo sometimes a part-time job is an economical requisite. It can even be a godsend when you can’t bear to think about yourself, or your career motives, for one more second.
When we’re seemingly in a limbo sometimes a part-time job is an economical requisite. It can even be a godsend when you can’t bear to think about yourself, or your career motives, for one more second.
These periods can either be viewed as a hindrance to the craft or help along the way. In the past I’ve alternated between both mindsets however, at the beginning of 2015 I vowed to change my tune. I wanted to see my part time jobs for what they are: constructive, financially-rewarding experiences that push me along the path to pursuing what I really love.
I don’t want to be a brat just because things aren’t happening at the pace I imagined. Timing is everything and I’ve come to trust the course of events with which the universe provides me.
While I have worked unordinary jobs in the past (music club cocktail waitress, publicity assistant, promotion girl, Ebay copywriter, rehab youth counselor) my trade of choice has always been waiting tables. I am a people person who loves to socialize. Truth be told, writing is extraordinarily lonesome at times and can really cramp my craving for social interaction. The service industry does me a solid by providing me with my two favorite extracurricular activities: shooting the shit and running off my excessive physical energy!
No matter how cumbersome they’ve seemed at the time, every job I’ve had has served its purpose. They all got me from point A to B, in my pocket placed money and introduced me to experiences I would otherwise have never known.
Someone once said to me that serving others was the ultimate honor and in many ways, I agree. It’s a skill that teaches you to be personable, humble and humorous about stressful situations. Dropping trays of beers on my head or forgetting someone’s order have taught me A) there’s nothing wrong with admitting you made a mistake and B) laugh at yourself in the worst case scenarios.
I am tired of taking myself too seriously and feeling guilty because I haven’t reached some imaginary career barometer. We all have to do what it takes to make ends meet and I’ve learned through the years to simply accept where I am. I’ve adopted a new lenses as of late.
Things change day to day anyways. We never know what will happen in the next minute so why stress about the now?
