Jobs - Fantastic Five

Before I write about my last two jobs, I would like to comment at this time that I have dabbled in many other opportunities that are too diverse to give much notice.  I have been a consultant for plastic ware, cosmetics (three different companies), home interior products (two different companies), and have also done catering.  Needless to say, I did not make a fortune on any of these ventures, in fact I usually end up in the hole.
The last two jobs that I have had, I have totally loved.  I was working with the public and being challenged everyday to use my brain power and to complete some very hard tasks.  The trouble I had with these jobs ended up being management.  I am not one to complain about work problems, but it has gotten to the point that I am going to use this forum to help heal from my experiences and maybe put all of this behind me.
I worked as a bank teller for ten years.  The first eight were in a smaller branch and I loved the people that I worked with and the customers that I served.  After eight years I was given a promotion and moved to a new branch, which was a longer distance from my home.  I should have turned this down, stayed where I was, and kept doing what I was doing.  I know my life would have been a lot happier.
My new manager at this new branch, who was a woman and I had a man before, did great for the first nine months that I worked with her.  She was new as a manager and we were all learning together.  The problems started when she started taking credit for ideas and suggestions that I would make.  She then went to lying about things and finally did something so unbanklike that I ended up talking to the higher up administration about it.  Thinking that I was doing the right thing and that what I said would be confidential, I had no qualms about report this activity.  This became my downfall.  I was the one who ended up being the fall guy and everything that I had told the authorities was repeated to my manager.  The last two months that I worked for this bank was spent in agony.  I hated going to work.  I would actually park in an adjoining parking lot and sob because I did not want to go in and face this bitch.  Of course I did and with a smile on my face.  My mother suffered a stroke and I took this opportunity to quit to take care of her.
For three and a half years I took care of my mother.  I enjoyed this time with her, but it didn't pay the bills.
I was given the opportunity to work for a rental company where I became a property manager for over 200 apartments.  I LOVED THIS JOB and I was very good at it, if I must say so myself.  For 14 months I did the best job that I could do, got along with my coworkers, and had the best office in the world.  I was doing a lot of extra work at home to keep caught up, but didn't mind in the least because I LOVED MY JOB!  Unfortunately management did not feel the same about me.  Out of the blue, they told me that I was not working out and they no longer needed my services.  They said they had to down size and since I was the last one hired, I got the boot.  I have to tell you that it sucked the air right out of me, but I went out in style.  I think they wanted to see shock and awe and I showed them grace.  I went over everything that I was working on and left my office in perfect condition, which was a lot different than what I got when I started there.  I had organized the whole office and made many improvements that I am proud of.  I got news from one of my tenants after I left, who got my home phone number off the internet, that she was told that I left the job in such a mess that they couldn't get her new apartment ready.  At this bit of information, I called their attorney and informed him that if there was any more rumors spread like this that I would be taking them to court and I had enough proof to stick it to the company.  I probably should have done it anyway, but that is just not me.  I don't like people who lie and I especially do not like it when it is people in power who do. 
I am back taking care of my mom and enjoying my life.  I run into customers from both of these jobs from time to time and they all tell me how much they miss me and I miss them also.  I miss my coworkers too.  I made many good friends but I am ready for the next chapter of my life.  I would like to write a book or own a shop, but I don't know that either of these would give me the fortunes that I need.  I don't know what will happen, but I know that I will end up on my feet.  I have a husband and a family that love me no matter what and these are things that will never change. 
If you have hung in there for all of this, I tip my hat to you.  Once again, I wish you joy and happiness in your life.

Jobs - Four

During my children's younger years, from time to time I would help at a local nursing home.  My mom and a couple of siblings worked there.  When my siblings would have conflicts with their school activities, I would work for them.  The work wasn't too hard, it mostly involved doing dishes.  I was glad that I didn't have to work full time.
The summer before our youngest started the first grade, while sitting at my husband's softball game, one of the ladies sitting in the stands asked me if I had a job.  When I stated that I did not, she asked me to come to her place of employment and take a test to see if I would qualify to work there.  So, I went in and sure enough I started to work for the local license bureau.  One of the funniest things that ever happened to me there was when a customer came in, and in the middle of me taking his information, he looked at me and asked if I had taken a questioner to work there.  Thinking of the test, I answered "yes".   He said that I could not have answered the questions correctly.  I became alarmed and thought that I was doing something wrong, but he quickly said that when I came to the question that asked if I was a bitch I would have had to answered "NO" and he knew for a fact that they only hired bitches to work in that office.  I thought that it was one of the best compliments that anyone could have given to me.  I only worked in this office for nine months.  Trust me when I said it was like going to a live soap opera everyday.  There was way too much drama for me!
Over the next few years, I worked part time for the local nursing home again and for our local middle school as an aide.  Both of these jobs were very rewarding as I got to work with the elderly and the young.
Believe it or not, I am almost done with my job resume.  I should be able to finish on the next post.  Until then, I pray that all are healthy and enjoying life to the fullest!