I have had very little experience in having a "regular" job. Both times I tried it I didn't do so well. The first time I got a job in a toy and hobby store and lasted three weeks. I got "let go". The owner told me it was because she felt my heart wasn't in it. I think the real reason was because her husband liked to bully all the women who worked for him, and I basically told him to back off. I was frustrated, but not completely unhappy or suprised that I had lost my job.
The second attempt was at a home-improvement store. I lasted three months that time, and finally quit. The customers I had to deal with some days were just too much. Then I discovered that one of my co-workers was making
big mistakes, and then putting my name on them. That was the last straw.
So now I'm staying home, being a homemaker and writer. I have two people to thank. One is my husband, who is not happy at his current job. But he slogs through cow poo every day to pay the bills so I can pursue my dreams. I also want to thank Scruffy, who has been more helpful in these pursuts than anyone else.
Overall, I actually think most people are content, if not truly happy in their jobs. I was actually shocked at how many of my co-workers told me they really enjoyed their jobs. I told them they were stronger souls than me.
