I was a piercer, I made milkshakes, and I jumped from a simulated aircraft to test safety equipment. I was a graveyard shift security woman. I sold art and men's suits.
I sewed creepy dolls in the basement of a broken-down mansion.
I counted inventory while the rest of the world slept. I wrote feature stories about local celebrities, mixed frozen drinks on Hawaiian beaches, served pizza in gluttonous eating contests. I fixed computers, nannied in a home with a backyard full of star fruit trees, and edited powerlifting books. I taught children and poured cheap liquor in late-night New Jersey dives.
Shall I continue?
I poured cheap liquor in late-night New Jersey dives.
I read law documents, painted homes, and organized soup kitchen events. I was a dog sitter. I sewed creepy dolls in the basement of a broken-down mansion.
Surely missed a few, but you get the idea.
My family works hard and we work with integrity. It's what I've learned to love and respect about us. The moment I realized that I could apply the same level of hard work and integrity into honing my craft, my life changed and I work even harder. So here I am, my own incredibly demanding boss, working my ass off, loving every minute.
I didn't always make glass, but I do now, and I'm here to stay.
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