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And to think, I used to hate the summer
In Southern California, summers are filled with unending warmth, sunshine, and happiness. Kids aren’t dealing with school’s monotony, commuters get to work faster, and sun-lovers visit the beach dinking in Vitamin D directly from the giant yellow ball’s unfiltered faucet.
For the past 20 years, I hated the summer. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a communist, a nazi, or a Yankees fan. I always loved the summertime growing up. Swimming in friends’ pools, going to the movies, sleeping in late, going on fun family trips, my best childhood memories were born in the summer.
Then “it” happened. “It” being that I joined the corporate workforce. I had graduated from college right after the turn of the Millenium. Unsure of what to do, I accepted my first job offer at a well-known rental car firm after graduating. The job was not a good fit for me.
The work itself was pretty easy. But the hours, the pay, and the people made it miserable. I washed cars in a tie, sold insurance I didn’t believe in and made just enough money to afford my car and insurance payment while living at my parents’ house.
But, I used the experience to learn skills in sales and customer service and, within a year and a half, landed a better-paying job doing Inside Sales. Inside Sales wasn’t any more fun than renting cars, however, it came with…
