All my life Ive worked in an underpaid, womanizing, greesy fry-pit called a deli, or a pizza place. I finally landed a job in the small architect building working as a secretary doing a job I never thought I could do. I didn’t go looking for this position, it came to me. Which is ironic because I wasn’t giving it my all to get such a great result. I was hiding behind dishes and cry-babies and a job called motherhood. The real question is, what job do I truly flourish in? Am I a great mom with a small job, or a small mom with a great job?
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