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Why I Left The Glitz And Glamour of Hollywood to Become a ‘Boring Ole’ Copywriter
The latter is actually more exciting
This is not a story about how I quit a torturous 18-hour a day job and flew off to be a sarong-clad bartender in paradise, or some “Eat, Pray, Love” type story about leaving it all behind to travel the world to find myself.
No, this is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world…
Now that you have that song stuck in your head (sorry)…
I’ve never been a quitter. I grew up in a working family. Everyone worked. My grandmothers worked practically until the day they died. There were no stay-at-home housewives in my family.
I’ve worked since I was 15 years old. My first job was as a Courtesy Clerk at Kroger. ‘Courtesy Clerk’ was a fancy name for grocery bagger. To this day, I can pack a mean bag of groceries. After that, I was a pizza delivery person for Little Caesars (“Pizza! Pizza!”) until one day, while out on a delivery, I totaled my bright yellow 1984 Toyota Tercel with tan pleather seats. That car actually sounds pretty cool now. I digress.
Working has always been in my blood. I’ve never had a mentality of not working. I always dreamed of having a career one day, one where I got to dress in big…
