My life can be neatly divided into chapters. Childhood, High School, College, Research Tech, Grad Student, Motherhood, Autism/Special Needs, Subbing & Crafting. And today I get to start a new chapter. Maybe it will be titled "My Career". Maybe "My Job".
I am starting to work in an insurance agency office. How well I like it and it likes me will determine the eventual title. I am hoping for the career. I have been searching for almost a decade for a job that is suitable. Local, some flexibility in hours, respected profession and people who respect me.
You will notice that money and benefits are not on that list. I have gone so long with extremely low pay and no benefits that I hardly dare to dream of them. Forget six figure salary. I am hoping I will finally get a five figure salary. Maybe even one that doesn't start with "1".
Yes, I am or was the working poor. Highly educated and extremely under employed. Soon, I hope to just be "the employed".