How I lost my first job Blogmas#6 - Time for me

The title should be How I fired myself in my first job. Why? Because I was working through a student at the time. And the first job really wasn't for me, because it was truly miserable. I had a snack that I had to bring myself and I only had 30 minutes rest and somehow I went to work just as lunch arrived at the boarding school, which meant that I was hungry from breakfast until about 5 p.m. and I started work at 12 p.m., and that too in the cold. I was eating some sandwiches and I was complaining the whole time and it wasn't right. 

But 3 days after I arrived, my boss found out and he told me very nicely: 'You know, if you don't like something, you can go. So I gave him that pay slip (which I really didn't care whether I got or not), changed my clothes and left. They never saw me again. 

And of course I got my first flak at the boarding school (criticism for following my heart). And who is going to earn your bread now, how are you going to live? Literally, that teacher made me cry and really feel bad that I ended up feeling like a pile of shit that shouldn't exist anymore because he won't do these things he doesn't want to do just for money. 

I would really have liked it a lot better if I had said: Yeah, well, you didn't like it, but you will find another job that you like better. You'll feel better there. 

Well one day the other teacher told me to get the job that she had set for me and she said if you get it I believe you are the goddess of happiness. Of course I didn't get the job because I didn't want it with all my heart. And yes, she never believed I was the goddess of luck, but whenever I was around, impossible and unexplainable things happened. I always got what I wanted (with my heart!) it didn't work if someone else wanted it for me.

 

This was the story of how I left or forgave myself and ran away. For more of this kind of content, subscribe to the newsletter, we'll read it again tomorrow!