Last weekend, for the first time in my life, I walked out on a job.
If you’ve been around for a minute, you’re familiar with my work journey. In June I quit my full-time day job in favor of a more creative, eclectic income accumulation strategy that would allow me to write, teach, revise my novel, and be there for my son and two very needy huskies. I’ve always had several streams of income going at once and I’m not the type of person who can thrive in an office. So at the end of the summer, I started working as a freelance artist for a beauty brand, which is the perfect side job for me: it’s fun, the schedule is flexible, I’m on my feet the whole time and get to paint faces and talk about lipstick all day. It’s great. But then I was asked to cover a few shifts in fragrance. I’ve never worked in fragrance, much less fragrance in a department store, but I said sure. Everyone loves a team player.
Except for the ladies at the fragrance counter.
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