Existential
Since the age of 29, I’ve had exactly two jobs, besides being a mom(for reference, I'm 37 right now). The summer that Erin turned 2, I worked the check in desk at an ER, one night a week. The pay was phenomenal. The trying to get my body back on track after one single nightshift took an entire week, and then it started all over again. It was a nightmare. I was in a constant state of uncomfortable tired (HOW DO PEOPLE WORK NIGHTSHIFTS. I COMMEND YOU). The other job, I had for a couple of years, and it was for a friend of mine that owned a billing company. She did all the hard stuff, and I went into her office once a week to call people and let them know, POLITELY, that they needed to actually pay their bill that we’d mailed to them four times, or it would go to collections. One time a woman told me she would be taking us to court if I ever called her again. Another time, I’m pretty sure I got cussed out in Spanish. Customer service is not for the faint of heart, so, luckily, I’ve ha
