I started working right out of high school. I couldn’t wait to get a job and get earning. I had a job at a wonderful bookstore called Rackstraw Books in Danville, CA, then went to work at a nursery called Navelets in Walnut Creek, CA (in retrospect, books and plants, duh!). The college thing never really set right with me, I did a stint at Diablo Valley College and then College of the Redwoods in Humboldt county. I didn’t do so well there, I remember taking a class in mime…the premise of the course being that you didn’t speak. Wait, what!? I can’t talk!!?? I don’t think so. As you can probably guess, I flunked.
So I went into retail. Pier 1 imports in San Francisco. We sold live fish at the time. I would get up early and drive to SFO and pick up containers of live tetras and such and drive them back to Geary street and deliver them into these endless tanks we maintained. Talk about pressure! They died as fast as we could get them from my car into the tanks. We had salt water tanks – beautiful lion fish, parrot fish, starfish… I still remember the usually useless rush to save these beauties, so displaced from their native environs, into the inevitable too cool living rooms of upwardly mobile wanna be hipsters .
Moving on. Don Wehr’s Music City. I answered an ad in the SF Chronicle for a seasonal cashier over the holidays. This one changed my life. I met my future husband, father of my children and the start of my career in the music biz. The mid 1970s. What a place! What a time!
I then went on to advertising, then marketing, then sales with many of the finest companies in the pro audio industry. I finally ended up after 10 years with my dream job working for the pinnacle publication in the audio industry. The joy! I loved and excelled at this job for 10 years rising to publisher and loving every minute of it.
Then the MS decided to really kick in. Faithful readers know that story, so here I am now: mid 50’s, unemployed, confirmed disabled. My physical abilities have definitely changed, but thankfully the old brain chugs along. So NOW what to do? I’ve always been a big volunteering sort, so this was an obvious avenue. Subsequently, I’ve ventured back into the job market and now have two positions.
First job: working at the NMSS society. I love this job. One 4 hour shift per week, most weeks, fits the bill. I get to focus on helping hirplers (I made that up, I like it) and overall have met some wonderful people. I can utilize my skills, in an unbelievably supportive environment, all for a cause I obviously care deeply about.
Second job: cashiering at a local hospital thrift store. Again, an amazing (albeit a very different and eclectic) group, all with the most wonderful intent. I follow in my Mom’s steps on this one, I love hearing her stories of working at the hospice shop in Lakeport where she lives and worked. Rarely a dull moment here either, which suits me fine.
As I look back, my highfalutin career was a blast. It sustained me, educated me, excited me and wore me out. This new, 2 day, part time schedule is just about enough for me ~ my full time job remains napping. I’ve enjoyed the ride I’ve been on, but at the end of every roller coaster ride should be a smooth, hopefully uneventful, cruise back into home base.