As I sit here waiting on my youngest to get out of school in the car rider line I can’t help but be thankful it’s Friday. I don’t know why. I don’t work anymore so every day is the same. Actually, the weekends are a little more taxing on me because everyone is home so there’s no downtime.
I guess it’s second nature to be happier on Fridays. Even when I worked Fridays weren’t very significant because I worked retail 7 days a week. I started out as a sales representative (SR). I worked my way up to a floating assistant sales manager (ASM). I was on top of the world. Moving on up. But I was quickly brought back down a notch when a bigger company bought my company out and my position didn’t map over so I was back to an SM.
They threw the word senior in front of my title. I guess this was their way of saying they recognized me, but not really. To make matters worse, the position I did map over and qualify for was between me and another coworker that was gobbled up in the merger.
I was pregnant during this and I lost my baby girl at 21 weeks. Her name was Emma and she was still born. We were devastated. While I was on leave they gave that position to the other candidate. I’d lost any love I had for that company at that point, but I still worked for another year. Until I found another position as a district sales manager (DSM) for an individually owned market off of the same franchise.
Things were looking promising again, but the pay didn’t pan out to be very good. I became pregnant with my youngest son and had some complications so I quit work and I’ve been home with the youngins since then. Continue reading