I used to dress with extra flair on the weekends as my job as a Casino Supervisor. It is entertainment, after all :) And, I found if you are wearing a very nice suit and have your hair and makeup done you seem to get more respect. I took all the help I could get when dealing with drunks, people who had lost fortunes, the public in general. It helped relations with those I supervised as well. It was a high stress environment for the dealers, they took all of the heat. They deal to 1000 personalities at varying levels of alcohol or drug intoxication every night. Also, they dealt to habitual gamblers who are very testy, and last but not least, cheats.
Now, on a Friday my reality isn't bouncing around the room in Brooks Brother's and Manolo Blahniks. It is pj's sometimes matching, sometimes not. BB cream, gloss, and my houseshoes. I hope to someday rejoin the ranks of the working. For now, unable to walk normally and in constant pain thanks to my former boss, it isn't looking promising and I must learn other ways to give myself a feeling of self worth. What I do still has value, cooking for my husband and homemaking, however it is a different type of work with a MUCH different atmosphere and compensation rate. I need to find ways to stimulate my mind besides YouTube and Netflix. I have started journaling, and am currently working on my first Wreck This Journal. It is keeping me entertained, and nothing has for some time.
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