Having had one job in my entire life, and a retail one at that, I wasn’t exactly prepared for the receptionist job that my best friend, Melinda, recommended me for. I knew that I wasn’t going to be ringing up rude women ready to get a discount at every turn, so that was a plus. But I knew I was going to be working under uppity-ups who thought their every step turned the pavement to gold, and with that I knew I had to dress the part. Beside work interviews, I never imagined that I would have to wear a suit and with my job as a secretary, I had to wear one on a daily basis. So, it was off to the mall to look for at least one good suit that my budget could afford.
I found one at Neiman Marcus on sale and it happened to have the matching skirt. It looked like I was going to have to get used to wearing a pencil skirt and heels. As a girl that loved her flip flops and sneakers, I wasn’t exactly too keen, but I couldn’t complain; I was grateful and happy. During my brief interview with the manager, I noticed that I had gotten a lot of stares from the staff. I told Melinda about it later on and that was when she confessed that most of the people in the company were older, so to them we were really young. Not only was this my first “professional” job, but now I was going to be looked at as a novelty, and judged. Great.
Since I was hired as a weekend secretary, my Fridays became Mondays and my weekends disappeared. Going to school Monday to Friday, it was a lot to take on, but I was determined. Anything to help me from the slump I was in over my breakup with Jared. I also decided that it was time for me to finally experience really being on my own; it was time to move out of my mom’s place. I needed to be independent and since I was commuting long distances from school, work, and home, it was a no-brainer.
Going to school in a college town, many of the apartments offered cheap studios. So, I packed what little furniture and clothes I had and moved out. With financial aid and a steady income, paying my own rent wasn’t impossible. I knew I made the right decision and now I was finally able to say that I was independent and self-reliant. It was a good feeling and I had to wonder, was this what I was looking for all along?
My only time off was from 3 o’clock on Friday afternoon to 8 o’clock on Saturday morning. So, it was no exaggeration when I say that I had no social life. But like I kept reminding myself, what was more important than school and work? It wasn’t like I was missing out on anything. The fabled college parties and one-night stands a college student had to experience just once, didn’t call my attention. I was an older woman in a young girl’s body and I wasn’t bothered in the least.
Things were finally starting to look up. I was constantly in a great mood, regardless of the fact that I was going to work after my classes during the week; they were extra hours and the pay checks looked good. Every pay check went towards rent, with enough left over for one shopping trip every month.
My job as a secretary was going great. I had an understanding manager who worked around my school schedule. My co-workers soon became much like a second family to me and as the months went by, I was getting used to all the new faces from other locations that dropped by my office every now and then. And then I met Brandon…