I got a JOB!

What?!?!  

You heard me, a job!  

It's been a while so I'm nervous about working out the kinks.

I must say, that my favorite job still remains the one that I started at 11 years old.  That's how it went in my house, if you wanted those Gloria Vanderbilt jeans, then you worked for them.  Maybe this is why I barely care about name brands now, they aren't worth the effort.  LOL!  Okay, maybe sometimes they are, but really at this stage in the game, they aren't.  Black yoga pants aren't going to impress anyone no matter the name on them.  😂

So I have only been doing it a couple of weeks, but I am loving it!  I'm so excited just to be living outside of our flat, that I would be happy at McDonalds.  Okay, nope, I really wouldn't.  I worked there when I was 16 and that was enough of that fast food, greasy smelling world for an eternity.  It put me off for the rest of my life and I can honestly say, I haven't graced them with my presence since.  I think that is quite an accomplishment coming from an American and all.  But before I get all high and mighty, I must confess that with Taco Bell, I didn't fare as well.  I can't count the number of times I've been there since I was 16.  That and Mr Taco were certainly my go-to fast food vices.

But I digress....

Back to my new gig.  

I had to interview, supplied them with 2 references, underwent 3 hours of training videos.  All while wearing a mask.  Now that is something I never foresaw in my future.  Then awaited their decision.

And surprisingly, I made it through that grueling process and now you are hereby formally introduced to the newest volunteer for the British Heart Foundation.  Yup - the pay is non existent unless you count the camaraderie, feeling good about helping out the community, and an immense sense of value.  So I guess I mean to say, it pays quite a lot when you put it all in perspective.  

And you know what, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!  I love the women that I am working with and for, they are top notch individuals.  I love the clients that come in, and I'm beginning to love counting out change.  (though it still stresses me out and I practically BEG for people to pay by card).  

I mean, I haven't worked a till for quite a while.  I don't even understand all of the coins here since there are so many and the sizes don't match the amount.  That drives me batty.  But I guess it is the same in America.  The dime really should be larger than the $.05 in my humble opinion.  

Each week I get to go in on Tuesday and Wednesday mornings, and serve the excellent patrons that grace our doorway.  I feel quite honored indeed.

So, this is the kind of work that I plan to do for a while.  The kind that makes you feel good.  The kind that doesn't care what Wall Street is doing or where your profit margin is.  The kind that matters to the community.  The kind that researches new ways to fight cancer    The kind that doesn't have a CEO breathing down your neck for more cost savings.   The kind that brings you joy and fulfillment.  Yeah - that kind of job!

So thank you Glasgow, for giving me this awesome opportunity.

Living is giving folks!  

Join me and volunteer somewhere, I promise you, it will make you happy!

Cheers,

Kitty Care-ins