June 3

Ahhhhh... Friday. For most, that's a day of relaxing work. For me, it's the day when inevitably the proverbial feces his the proverbial rotors. At least I have consistency. 

To start off, I didn't have time to complete my application for the recruiter, but I have that on my agenda for tomorrow. However, my sister Francine called me to talk about throwing a bridal shower for my other sister LuLu and in the course of that conversation, she referred me to a career counselor that she used in the past who may be able to help me!

My hesitation with talking to a career counselor lies with the fact that I hate customers. Hate. Customers. 

In the industry I'm in, my customers hit the door with the attitude that they're going to get the shaft. And it's damn near impossible to prove them wrong. Like I said, I work for the Death Star. It's an evil Empire. It's kind of their gig.

It's frankly embarrassing to admit to someone in a professional field that you hate customers. Fortunately, Francine put it all in perspective.

"Hallie," she said, "you don't hate customers. You hate Death Star customers. One of your traits is that you love to please people. And when you're in a situation where it's impossible to please people, you can't be happy because you can't succeed."

And she's right. Of course. That happens more than I'd care to admit.

So, with that, Francine gave me some career ideas. Maybe I could work in non-profit, where my knowledge can be used for good instead of evil. Maybe I can translate my love of processes and pleasing people into another industry where I can make a difference. In any event, Francine's also going to send me the link to a career assessment so I can find where my true talent lies.

Other than snuggling with DoodleBug and making homemade sticky buns, that is.