For years, I worked at a cafe. Not only did I serve coffee, I cleaned the restroom, served ice cream, dusted, helped in the kitchen, got the garbage ready, wiped tables and chairs off, and when I swept the floor... my supervisor inspected to make sure that I got everything or I would have to do it until she was pleased.
My back felt split in two. But the money was good.
I dreamt of working from home as a writer.
So, one day I just quit.
I have been working from home as a writer. The only downfall? The pay stinks.
Would you go crawling to your former supervisor asking for your job again? Even if it means breaking yourself in two?
My back felt split in two. But the money was good.
I dreamt of working from home as a writer.
So, one day I just quit.
I have been working from home as a writer. The only downfall? The pay stinks.
Would you go crawling to your former supervisor asking for your job again? Even if it means breaking yourself in two?
