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How I Ended Up In a Small Town

One of the large life changes I made after my marriage broke up was to move. I ended up moving from my hometown (or nearby it, anyway) about three hours north. My ex-husband had been stationed here for a few years and I had really grown to love the community. We had been posted south (that's military speak for "you get to move now") and had thought that it would be wonderful since the town we got posted to was close to our families. While that part was nice, ultimately things ended and I was without work, sans husband and dealing with two kiddos that needed supporting.

Anyone who has been searching for work for the last few years knows that unless you have a mix of good luck, voodoo juju and some insider tips, its hard to find quality work. Ask my friends who are in the journalism biz and its not so easy to find a position either. So, that's how I ended up at the temp agency and how I ended up working as a temp at an auto parts factory. I can tell you, shift work sucks. Hats off to the people who have managed to make a go of it. If you don't believe me, ask my friend Sheila.She has a pretty accurate description of life on the line. It can be found on her blog at http://sherlas-life.blogspot.ca/

So, here I was with a job I hated and which really paid very little money. If this particular company could get away with paying you less than minimum wage, I think that they would find a way to. I was scanning the job bank website hoping for a miracle, and lo and behold, a job posting did appear.

I was familiar with the job, having worked there right before we got posted out. I thought that as I hadn't been totally awful at it and was well remembered by the company they might be willing to hire me back. I took a chance and applied. A few short weeks later, I was packing up my life and moving back north.

It's been a good change. I met my husband and some very cool people. I also no longer had to worry about falling asleep at work and ending up with my face stuck to a blast furnace. But that's another tale for another day.

Its good to be back.
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