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Once we got resettled in Indiana, John started work at Magnavox as a Design Draftsman, and I took a job as an Assistant Manager for a lighting store. I was hired to work weekdays, and I quickly mastered a thick training manual. I really liked helping the clientele%u2014a mix of the general public and contractors. With my art background, I was very good at helping people select the perfect fixtures for their decor. Because I%u2019d spent so much time watching my father working on our house and cabin, I was able to relate particularly well to the builders. But after only a few weeks, the manager suddenly switched my hours to evenings and weekends, even though I%u2019d been guaranteed weekday hours only. If I%u2019d known this was going to happen, I%u2019d never have taken the job, so I gave notice. No job was worth losing nearly all the time John and I could be together. I was surprised when the owner said she wasn%u2019t pleased with her current manager, and offered me that job%u2014which would have involved even more hours, with so. She said a string of people had left before me because of the tension and stress%u2014and because the boss prohibited socializing during work hours. On my first day of work, he had emphasized that I could talk to no one, and I had tried, but it was very isolating.Quitting two jobs in such a short time was quite hard on me. I wondered what was wrong. Why couldn%u2019t I last at them. Then, with John%u2019s help, I came to realize that nothing was wrong with me, the problem was with each job. Both Baby Bird. Pencil on paper. 1973only a few more dollars in pay. I said I was sorry, my weekends and evenings were too valuable to me.Not long after leaving that job, I found another. This one involved designing window displays for a small chain of clothing stores%u2014selecting the fashions, ironing them, then changing the displays each week. It was a great use of my sense of design, I enjoyed it very much, and I received many complements from the store personnel. Then, my boss doubled my workload which now required me to drive all over Ft. Wayne to the various stores. Evenings were added, as well. It became a nerve-wracking push to get everything done in the allotted time. There was just too much to do, so I decided to quit. Once again, it was a very difficult decision, but a co-worker told me I was not the first person to do Help! Pastel pencil on paper. 1974Smug Seagull. Pastel pencil on paper. 1974