A couple days after dumping my boyfriend, I got a call for a job interview. It was my first interview anywhere in over a month, and I applied everywhere. I was so nervous. I didn't have any official experience working in an office. Only places I'd ever worked was fast food and volunteering at the hospital one summer. I desperately needed that job. Bills were piling up, I had no food, couldn't even get food stamps because I didn't have a non relative who could vouch for me that I didn't have a job. And after my hellish two months this at a fast food place I despised and was no good at, I was truly scared I'd never find a job. But I got it! I've been there almost a month and I'm good at it. I'm confident in my abilities. I've been told I'm good at what I do. I would love to work in an office forever. I do have another bigger dream I'd love to be doing, but realistically, I know a receptionist is the best I can plan on. It's a good fall back plan if nothing else. I fully believe that this job was a sign from God or my mom's spirit that breaking up with my boyfriend was what I needed to do. I wasn't happy with him. I was constantly stressed. He added to it and didn't really try at all to relieve some of my stress he knew I already had. I made more excuses for him than anything I had to brag about him.