I can no longer carry the title of “Lady of Leisure” because I got a job! That’s right, I’ve given up sleeping in, eating bon-bons, being at my husband’s every beck and call (that’s what housewives do, right?) so I can work at….
A gym! (I actually started work the same day Stephen left for the field. Oh, the timing of the Army.) It’s not something really cool like being a trainer or teaching zumba (though that certainly would be interesting). Instead, I’m just a general employee aka “recreation aid,” and I could not be more excited about it. This is the kind of job I wanted.
I love teaching. It’s my passion and five years in the classroom really isn’t enough, but where I’m at in my life right now, this is right up my alley. I wanted a position that wasn’t emotionally demanding (and oh boy is teaching ever emotionally demanding!), I wanted something that I wouldn’t have to take home at night, I wanted to work on post, I wanted to be around people my own age (no offense to 12 and 13 year-olds, but there is something to be said for adult conversation) and the gym fits all these perfectly!
I’m not sure what this means for my career. Maybe it’ll be harder to get hired as a teacher in the future, or maybe I’ll decide that I never want to teach again. (Although I do feel a touch of sadness every time I say “I used to be a teacher.”) I just know that this is my speed right now.
I worked at a gym once before during my junior year of college, so in a weird way, working at the gym makes me feel young again. Then again, the physical aspects (cleaning, bending, reaching, lifting) remind me that I’m not that young. Ha!
So there you have it. I went from being a badass teacher to a badass housewife to a badass gym employee. Or something like that.
Anyone else step away from their “career” to work “just a job?”