Regrets

My Facebook time capsule has been full of memories of me leaving my ideal job for what turned out to be one of my worst jobs ever. It was a good company, a good position, but almost from day one I felt my work ethic taken advantage of. I said yes to being salaried and it turned in to eighty hour work weeks with no additional compensation.

That job was followed by a call center job working eighty hours, but with overtime. That was great until I became too expensive for them and they let me go.

Now I’m working in retail again. For a good company, at a livable wage, for a good boss who doesn’t work me to the bone.

But I still find myself wondering what if. What if I hadn’t left the Boot. What if I hadn’t taken all that overtime and overstaying my welcome.

I wouldn’t be where I am, where I never could have anticipated being. And I’m happy. People ask what’s changed and everything doesn’t seem to be the answer they’re accepting.

Today I work a job helping make houses homes. Today I work for a multibillion dollar company that actively cares about even its peons. Today I work for a boss who says when I feel suicidal I should call him. A company who, when I said I identify as a male, they said that’s okay and what name did I want on my name tag.

I guess the moral of the story is I’m glad I left the Boot because I wouldn’t be where I am if I hadn’t. So thanks past self. You did us a favor.