So, in the Endless Pursuit of Getting My Life Together, I’ve been looking for a stable job. Well, I’m getting interviews, which is half the battle, but no offers yet.
As I was scanning the listings at Monster, I came across a customer service job for a diet company.
I’m not tellin’ y’all which one. No publicity here, folks.
Anyway, in my Relentless Pursuit of Work (RPW) I actually CONSIDERED the position. Now, I know what y’all are thinking. If she needs the job, why not work for random diet company A? It’s money, and more than likely, it’s GOOD money. All of which are very valid points.
But knowing what I know about diets, from both first and second hand experience, there is just nothing in my soul that wants to help perpetuate the self-degradation that is diet. ESPECIALLY the chain folks. I don’t want to be the person helping others to wreck their metabolism. Or the hassle and pain of group meetings and weigh-ins. Or help them order prepackaged food that smells of Alpo.
Furthermore, I know full well as soon as someone calls me I’ll dissuade them from even paying for the plan with a healthy dose of Fat Acceptance! Or perhaps I’ll piss ‘em off enough so that they’ll at least hang up and THINK about it. At any rate, even if I got the job, I’d more than likely get fired. The same day.
Yeah. So, I’m gonna keep looking. I need something I can stick with, and y’know, not get fired from.
And I owe people emails. (Sorry Phledge! I haven’t forgotten you, I promise!) Shame on me. I’m gonna work on that.
As soon as the RPW flowin’ through my system calms down a bit.
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