My mum has never really been the one to offer me career advice. She usually sits back and enjoys the stories I tell, good or bad, about work. And when I say I'm making a move, she doesn't protest and waits in excited anticipation for what happens next. She'll say, as always, she's praying for me.
So when I was on the phone with her whining about how I was hating my 14 hour days and she actually told me to stick with it, I was a bit taken aback. This is a good job, she says, you can do it.
I was re-inspired. I have always appreciated her support in my job movements, but I was somehow deeply touched by this rare advice from her. Her normal advice for everything is to say the rosary or anything to do with going to church or praying. Even when you're looking for parking space. So when she detoured her faith in God to express her faith in me, I couldn't help but feel a bit stronger.
Howeverrrrrrr, other things my mum said during our conversation in order to convince me to stay were:
- How will you find another job that's just 15 minutes' walk from where you live?
- If you stay with this job for a whole year, you will be so slim (I've lost 12lbs due to stress and lack of mealtimes)
- It's okay, you don't have a boyfriend, children or anything else to do, so might as well work. (Another way of saying I don't have a life... and I don't.)
Okay, ma. Keep praying for me. I'll do my best.
