My First Week
I became a full-time delivery driver
Now that I think about it, I actually quit 2 jobs in the same year. Yikes! In 2018 I wanted out of my position as a Real Property Assessor. From 2014 to 2018 I learned so much about myself career wise. I knew that I no longer wanted the low salary & job security that my government position provided. An IT job was what I needed for me to grow in my career. I truly missed my calling By not pursuing a degree in technology. IT support was my passion. The Marketing degree I earned was someone else’s dream for me. It wasn’t even the career path I took after graduating. Landing a marketing job has been the biggest obstacle in my career. {Stick around, I’ll share more of that with you later} Spreading my wings was what was needed for me at that time. Finding my dream job was the goal. Indeed was indeed my best friend. After months or searching I landed a job that I thought was going to be perfect. I shortly quit what I thought was suppose to be the right job for me. I finally landed a job back in the IT field. It was just a few minutes from home and it was in an area that I really liked. It was a much needed pick-me-up. Everything seemed perfect during the interviews. Then came the real on day 1. I gave it a try for a month and decided it wasn't the right work/office culture for me. My new office was the size of a closet. It held 5 desk. You cannot tell me it wasn't a fire hazard. It wasn’t safe at all. 5 people, 5 desk, 5 chairs, 5 computers and a dog. I couldn’t believe it. The setup prevented me from even being able to focus on the fact that I was there to work. On boarding sucked. I hated it there! On most days the lights were off. Not only am I working in a closet but I was working in a dark closet. It was weird to me that I was the only one who saw the issue. To solve that problem I told the CEO that it wasn’t a conducive workspace for me and he moved me upstairs to his office suite. It was night and day! The modern 12th floor office space was an office dream. The open floor plan, the kitchen, the aquarium and the people were the opposite of the “Closet Folk” downstairs on the 9th floor. It was amazing to say the least. I still can’t believe they tried to stick me in a damn closet with 4 other people. Well my supervisor was not happy with my move upstairs. She was rude and to settle the score I quit. Rather then fight with her over I left. I didn’t give a 2 weeks notice. I have an effective immediately I will not return. To make ends meet I became a full-time delivery driver. At this point I had worked as a customer support contractor for a few years. That position is why I trusted the journey of becoming a full-time delivery driver. Driving people was not the ideal path. Driving food seemed way more appealing. Here's how my first week went. I literally ran in the back of someone on day 3. I went from a road master to a road liability real quick. The good that came out of the accident was the replacement vehicle. My rental was a hybrid that I only filled up twice during my 2 month rental. I saved so much on gas and even wanted to explore a trade for the baby mama mobile. When it came time to return the rental it was bitter sweet. That first week set back was just a learning curve. Safety first. A few more bumps and bruises later my ride went from a safe carriage for my family to a bumper car that wanted all the smoke. No regrets! I'm doing just fine now. A partially missing bumper, cracked side view mirrors and all we are still rolling. It’s my ride and I love her! I’m not sure that she loves me at this point of our relationship, but we all we got for now. In the meantime I’ll treat her to some details and keep her up with regular maintenance so she can be my forever car. We have history and great memories. As a delivery driver you learn to love and appreciate your vehicle more and more, mile for mile. Lol {LIFE}
About the Creator
Terri Michelle
Just a young woman and her journey. I'm funny.


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