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A Little Background Info To Get This Party Started

I thought I would give you a little bit of information on me and my crazy work history.

Jobs have never been my forte, I guess you could say. Growing up, my Mom and Dad never made me get a job. They provided the money I needed to go have fun with, along with clothes, gas, and anything else my little heart desired. I had it so easy. College rolled around and I was out for the summer my freshman year, expecting and looking forward to lazy days of freedom and fun. My older brother, who was forced to get a job in High School demanded that my parents make me, the girl who had never worked a day in her life, get a job. I was nervous and scared, but actually doubted that they would really make me. I was their little girl, after all. My delusions of grandeur of wasting away my summer days with friends and shopping came to a screeching halt when my Mom announced that I would be getting a summer job.

That depressing day marked my very first job in the entirety of my life. I was seventeen years old and going to work. For my dad. Hey, you’ve got to go easy on a girl with her first job, though my brother didn’t think so. Dad owns and runs a pharmacy and needed some summer help down there. I was relived that I didn’t have to get a real job. After all, what could be better (and easier) than working for your dad? We spent the summer laughing and conjuring up fantastic ideas of summer plans and vacations. Mom would often tell Dad in the evenings that I couldn’t go in the next day to work, because we were going shopping. The other ladies who worked down there labeled me “Princess” because even though we opened at nine, I would come rolling in at about 10:30, and complaining of how early it was. I spent the days asking my co-workers goofy questions, giving them tips on style and fashion and then I would go buy a round of snow-cones for all of us in the heat of the afternoon. I think they liked having me down there. I really livened the place up. I worked at the pharmacy every summer and Christmas break while I was in college…except for the summer after I graduated because I was getting married, so Mom told Dad I couldn’t work because we would be going shopping and doing wedding stuff all summer. That job to this day was the best I ever had.

(Dad and Me on a big family vacation a few years ago...because I like visuals and assume you do, too!)

After we got married, I soon realized that I was going to have to enter the real work force. I remember that day vividly. We were on our honeymoon, soaking up the rays and I jumped up and screamed to my husband “WE HAVE TO GET JOBS!” I panicked.
We returned from our honeymoon and I grabbed the paper to flip through the classifieds. I was bound and determined to find a job. I wanted to use my degree (Family Psychology), but was excited about anything – because I had never had a real job. I went through the same routine every Sunday, flipping through the paper, sending in my resumes and finally, after three months, I landed an interview. I guess working for your dad doesn’t go very far on a job application.

I went to work for a small bank as a teller. I loved the job, but didn’t love the hours. I had to close the entire bank up by myself each night. I was so nervous that I was going to be held at gunpoint and forced to empty the safe, that I made my husband meet me at work each night so I could close up. It was a fun job, and I met some interesting people, but I was still searching for something in my field. Three months later, I got a job at a Children’s Home, doing case work. Want to know how long I lasted there? Three days. Three long, torturous days. I spent my days in my office pouring over the files of these poor little children and bawled at what I read. I was ignored by the other case worker and I went home each night crying my eyes out (the kind where you have floods of tears and snot pouring down and don’t even care) and so my husband made me quit. And I was thrilled.

The job hunt was on again. I enjoyed the time at home I had and spent my days cleaning and having elaborate feasts on the table for my husband when he came home from work. It was perfect.

Inevitably, another fell from the sky and this time I would be working with a very dear friend from my childhood. It was a secretarial job and it was a blessing to be with her for that year and a half, but I was surrounded by fakes and weirdos and perverts. I was miserable. I found a way out after I was dealt a bad hand by my mindless boss and his crazy wife and was delighted because I had been looking for an excuse to quit for months! I finally had it and I can’t tell you the pleasure I had in throwing out my two weeks notice. I wanted to stick out my tongue, put my hands on my head and scream “Nanny nanny boo boo, you are going to suffer without me!!!”, but instead I sweetly told them I was outta there….with a smirk on my face.

And now we come to the job I have now. I rejoiced with the angels when I was given this wonderful position. It is perfect for my personality and it will be, hopefully, the last job I have before I enter the world of mommy-dom. It has been a long journey to get here, it seems, but now there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I am running toward it full force!

And that, is my work history in a nutshell. Now that we have that out of the way – on to the fun stuff!
I am a modern day homemaker with a passion for family, cooking, celebrating, decorating, travel, and memory making! The Lord has blessed me with the desires of my heart in my husband and our two sons. We recently built our dream home and cultivating a loving and happy haven for my family is where I find so much joy.


  1. Hey Whit, fun new blog! I added you as a link, is that okay? I look forward to stopping by your site often :)

  2. Good Morning Whitney! I have a niece I love very much named Whitney! I was happy to stumble upon your blog this morning...what a sweet couple you and your husband make!

    Let me tell you, and I know what I am talking about, I have been a housewife for nearly 31 years, it is not so much glamorous, but it is THE life. Wouldnt want to do anything else.

    I had to laugh at all your job stories. Hilarious! I have been there. I have worked a bit every now and then a LONG time ago when we thought financially it was beneficial. And I never made a good employ because my heart wasnt in it and never would have been. My heart has always been at home, cooking, sewing, gardening, changing diapers, taking care of Husband and our 6 children.

    I wish you much MUCH success in your journey! I will be back around to check on your progress!

  3. it sounds like you just don't like to work, life is full of experiences and challenges that you have to struggle to adapt to or deal with. you are not going to like or love everything you do but sometimes you have to just be a responsible adult and stick with it instead of quitting every time you "feel" as if things aren't going your way. hopefully, you don't teach your child your poor work ethic and lack of responsiblitiy or fortitude to stick to anything.


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