When I was 18 years old, I started my journey as a working woman. My very first job was as a barista at Starbucks. Funny part was that I don’t drink coffee, or any caffeine for that matter! I moved to another city, and worked my way up from a cashier to an administrative assistant with a growing retail company. After opening several stores in my area, I was confident in my abilities and felt secure with my job. I’d wake up early each morning, work all day long, come straight home, and wouldn’t leave my safe haven until the next morning. That was my Monday through Friday schedule. No dinners with friends, rarely saw my family, I did nothing outside of work. But then I started thinking, is this all there is to life? Am I living up to my full potential? Sitting behind a computer all day, sending emails, and setting up interviews? What was even worse.. I started dreading going to work each day. I knew it was time for a change when I would find any excuse to go in late, leave early, or not go at all. I didn’t feel challenged, I didn’t feel like I was growing as a young woman. I was 22 years old, and felt like I was wasting my life!
But what was I going to do? I don’t have a college degree, nor much experience in the working world. I didn’t have the slightest clue what I wanted to do as far as a career (to be honest, I still don’t know). I tried keeping my feelings to myself, so no one would know I was miserable. One day I just couldn’t pretend to be okay anymore and I broke down to my mom. I told her exactly how unhappy I was with my job and my life, but I didn’t know how to change it for the better. My mom’s company was hiring- she’s a flight attendant. Now if you know me at all, I am VERY stubborn and I have a hard time accepting someone else’s ideas as my own. Not to mention, I hate the idea of change and changing my career was MAJOR. My mom spent months trying to convince me to apply. She reassured me that I was exactly what the hiring managers were looking for: young, fun, friendly, outgoing. I’d be the perfect flight attendant. (For the record, I still don’t think I’m outgoing nor perfect, but I can sure fake it til I make it!)
After months of her convincing, I made up my mind. I need a job to broaden my horizons (literally!) and would force me out of my comfort zone. So I applied to be a flight attendant. Just three interviews and three weeks later, I had packed two suitcases bigger than me and went off to Houston, Texas for training!
And so began my fabulous (and completely exhausting) lifestyle and career change as a flight attendant!