Does Job Satisfaction Exist?

Does Job Satisfaction Exist?

From retail customer service, to entertainment, to the health care industry, I often wonder if there is such a thing as job satisfaction. I have had several completely different jobs during my working years, creating many different experiences and lessons I would take with me throughout life, but never one that I would like to retire from. Because of this, I decided it is time to finish my degree in Business Administration.

Since I’ve been old enough to work, I have held several jobs. My first was when I was only 15 years old. My cousin managed a flower shop and hired me on part time to work evenings and weekends. I assisted customers, took phone orders for delivery and learned to create small floral arrangements. I had a lot of fun working there and loved the opportunity to express myself creatively through flowers. However, it was only satisfying for a brief period of time. It became apparent to me, and to my family, that I did not want to stay there. I wanted to do something different so, I decided to apply at a local deli that my family frequented. A few weeks later I was wearing an apron, rolling dough and taste testing everything that the Italian delicatessen had to offer. I stayed with that company for quite some time. The smell of freshly baked bread, pastas, meats, and sauces never got old. To this day, that job remains one of my favorites. This however, was the beginning of how I bounced from job to job, getting a feel of what it was like to earn my own money, learning all about work ethics and the importance of punctuality and determination. More importantly, knowing when to move on once I had reached a plateau.

By this time I had finished high school and decided it was a perfect time to learn a trade. I attended a vocational school and obtained a degree in Medical Billing after two years of course training. I then began to look for work in that field. I soon realized that finding a job in as a medical biller with no prior experience was much harder than I thought it would be. After almost two months of submitting applications and interviewing, I went to work for a Sanitarium and Convalescent Center. This was new to me but soon became a place that I would never forget. The supervisor at the time had an office near the entrance and would smoke cigarettes as if each one was his last, and constantly. The moment I stepped through the large entrance doors, the smell of old furniture and nicotine bombarded my senses unpleasantly. I was hired on with this company because of my recent schooling and customer service experience. However, it had nothing to do with billing. My duties there