In two days, I work my final shift at the clothing store.
My lovely, responsibility-free, part-time job is over – and it’s time.
I took that job because I had a nervous breakdown after the narcissist discarded me. I needed work that required nothing of me (a job that is frequently given to autistic adults) yet would give me some spending money. I found that combination at the clothing store. I would go in, hang up some clothes, pick up random merchandise that got scattered around the store, and put things back where they belonged.
A place for everything and everything in its’ place.
The clothing store job helped me cope with several personal hurdles:
Socialization. I saw people there, and I spoke with them – just polite chit-chat about the weather, but a big step forward from being confined to my bed 24/7.
Chaos. Organizing the store gave me new hope that maybe my personal life could also become chaos-free.
I bought some American clothes.
I rested from the Rat Race.
I worked there eight full months, and now I am ready to advance to full-time work with benefits.
affordable medical, dental, and vision care
retirement savings account
health savings account
and the one I am most interested in: affordable psychological counselling.