r.steiner4 wrote:
I am looking for work myself at the moment. I previously worked in an adult novelty store, I did feel as though I did some good working there. I felt as though I helped people have successful and happy relationships and that I could reach out and tell them that whatever they were "into" was normal and natural and healthy. Currently, because of my lack of qualifications, I am looking at retail positions in the floral and bakery department of grocery stores. It doesn't have anything to do with my degree which is in biology but I am hoping it will at least give me a good steady pay check and keep me busy.
I hope to do something satisfying with my biology degree. I'm pretty fond of botany and other forms of macro bio like taxonomy, not sure beyond that.
Avoid cake decorating if you can't handle incredibly high stress. That's all I have to say. I LIKE working in fast paced high stress positions but I could not handle the stress of being a cake decorator.
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