Ever feel like you are being bled dry? That your health, personal life of free time doesn't exist? Welcome to retail. I've worked my way up the ladder a long way in the last three years since I quit 'The Body Shop' and took the next step. I was fragile, battling serious depression and had somehow turned off a shit ton of feelings to try and become stronger mentally. Obviously none of that worked and ironically backfired in to a million pieces yet today here I stand. Mentally healthier than I've been in a long time. Nothing's ever perfect or easy but that's life, it's your experiences that make you stronger and extra determined to gain that piece of happiness you know that you deserve. I've found with a lot of companies that they just care about the figures they are producing, the staff, morale, hardwork and time isn't appreciated at all you are just a slave for the money until you die. I wish I was better with finances, didn't want so many pretty things and be so easily influenced around marketing and adverts pacifically aimed at all of us everyday. Recently I have a friend who has been going through a hard time being pushed aside and mentally broken by a corporation that'd love to get rid of her and bring in someone younger. It's sickening to still see ageism happening around us but the truth is, it always will be. There is always someone waiting to jump in your shoes in an instant and that's the worse part. The friend I speak about told me the other day how she felt she could have had extra days with her dying mother, see her children more and even after all of her time within that company none of her loyalty and decisions were ever appreciated. I think sometimes you have to just figure the scale between your own life versus the finances. If i could I'd pack my bags tomorrow leave this country and travel around the globe with just a backpack. SLR camera and a hope to achieve my dream. Unlikely I will ever be able to plan or persue this anytime soon but I just keep going in the hope that one day it'll be true. The purpose of this is to realize, a job is a job. Preferably you'd love to be in a field you are passionate about but money is money, to many of us it's invisible surreal words in which we don't physically see much of. But at the end if the day no amount of money will ever give you back memories of seeing your childrens first steps, saying goodbye to a loved one or just having one/365 days where you can not worry about paying bills and buying stuff you don't need.
Rant over, sorry to spill this on what I'd usually describe as a positive blog space. Somedays people get me down and you have to unleash the beast within.