Certainly not an Inventory Control Manager. The job itself is not overly difficult. It’s just no fun. I mean I can sit for hours and do nothing. Or I can sort through endless spreadsheets of numbers look at their usage, discount them, and put them on clearance. I can also do warehouse transfers, create purchase orders, or expedite old purchase orders. Yeah… I sound so intelligent, so important, so… who gives a flying fuck. I’m really only holding on through the summer. I must have a job! Scott is still in school until October. I am our only source of income. And I don’t make a whole hell of a lot! We’re poor. Broke. We have nothing left to use. No savings, 401ks, not much equity in the house. I mean our house is a tiny little thing and the market blows big time.
So here is my existence. My job is neither fulfilling nor does it suit me. I MUST work because my husband does not. I have no money, therefore any career change would mean only for a significant pay increase. Job security is also important, because at least one of us should work-right? Over the next few months I’ll be researching the types of jobs that interest me. And how I can get them… Because now it’s my turn. Scotty is pursuing his dream job. I need to know what is mine.