I still remember daily walking in that building, considering it. If you find yourself there, know that it will most likely pass. Better days likely lie ahead, even if out of sight.
I still remember daily walking in that building, considering it. If you find yourself there, know that it will most likely pass. Better days likely lie ahead, even if out of sight.
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Some of what she’s thinking in balloon #1 doesn’t sound like it relates to a stripper job, but that’s probably because I don’t know much about said job.
You could take samples of that description from several jobs I’ve had (substitute “my time” for “my body”), and sure, I can relate. The reason I’m still here is the same reason I never got a tattoo. It’s just so final, and it can’t be reversed if I change my mind.
@Ronald, she is also still working in the mail room, which is where she is.
Interesting that stripping is the less/least humiliating job. But in that “professional” environment, sure. Old joke: Why are office politics so vicious? Because the stakes are so small!
I can’t help but wonder what would happen if one or more execs from the company happened to hit the strip club while she was dancing (“business meeting”, you know). One the one hand, it would be a cheap coincidence, on the other hand, it would resolve work issues at one or both places ;) Will just have to see how this unfolds.
It’s not always just the bad-bottom, worst jobs that call forth this reaction.
I knew a man who would wake his wife up in the middle of the night, just from the sound of his teeth grinding. He was a senior executive at a company whose name everybody knows. Not something you could walk away from. He wasn’t selling his body, but his soul, with each compromise, each negotiation to satisfy a would-be satrap or potential enemy, each polite gesture to a creature who should never have been put in charge of money or people.
His response was to carefully plan his retirement, including the house he planned to live out his days in far, far from corporate HQ. So far as I know, that’s exactly what he did.
My response was to outline a book, and I just kept going.
Oh, no wonder I was confused.