I can't say it was just one thing. Mostly it was dreading going to work every day. I've had lots of different jobs and they all start out great, but after a while I get super bored. I have learned what I don't want to do: I don't want to be yelled at all day by mean customers at a retail store, I don't want to be yelled at all day by mean customers on a phone either. I don't want to wait tables because I'm way too forgetful (you really don't want me to be your waitress), I also don't want to be in an office. Talk about monotony! I have never liked school enough to be a teacher, and especially not enough to be a student again. I'm awful at math and science, and bodily fluids and I definitely don't get along. So what is left? This is a question I have struggled with for a long time.
Then I got a hold of this old dresser that Alan had. It was scratched up, missing hardware, dated stain color... basically nothing special about it. After actually getting to see how completely different it looked when it was finished? Totally hooked! I am not a person who likes matched sets of furniture. I am definitely a person who likes flea markets and bargains. I love color. I love seeing the potential in something that others can't. I would love if I could get to the point that refurbishing items was all I did. Right now it's enough for me to have a creative outlet that goes beyond what color paper to label file boxes.
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