Many of you who have read my diaries know I lost my job of 25 years in January. I was awarded 20 weeks of unemployment. Well that ran out 2 weeks ago. For the first time in 30 years, I will not be bringing any money into my household. When I was 10 I begged my mom to let me sell greeting cards and stationary door to door in our neighborhood. Always supportive, she let me. For 3 years I made a few hundred dollars and had a regular clientele who would order Christmas cards from me every fall. Then when I turned 13 I was old enough to babysit. As the only teenager in a pretty big neighborhood I owned the market. Some years I made a few thousand dollars babysitting. When I turned 15, I begged my mom to take me to get a work permit so I could work with her at our local greeting card store. The first year, I made a whopping $4,000. I worked every afternoon after school and most weekends. The summer I graduated high school I applied at the local bookstore, my idea of a perfect dream job. Who doesn't want to work surrounded by thousands of great books. To my great surprise they hired me.
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