“Michele, you don’t have a future in…” an idea for another book chapter title. It’s something I’ve been told, after being pulled aside, more than a few times during the plethora of crappy jobs I’ve taken. But it’s hard to be too crushed, unless I had dreams of my future in grocery store sample hander-outer, perfume sprayer, Orange Julius maker, retail worker (aka men’s underwear folder – well, okay, I did a lot more than that), aerobics instructor, car dealership prisoner… errr, car salesperson (I’d work nine consecutive 12 hour days going on test drives with speeding lunatics. All that, and made no money!) – all of which I detested. But now I have plenty of stories to write about. See, there are no crappy experiences – only material for stories… or lessons. P.S. And yet I’ve NEVER been fired.
