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When I started my career as a dispatcher four years ago I was 24, fresh out of college and still living at ma & pa’s crib. I worked 2nd shift, Wednesday/Thursday off (upgraded to Sunday/Monday now, woo!) . My social life took a hit, but the rents took care of most chores…groceries, cooking, laundry, house cleaning, lunch packing, etc. I really just had to go to work & contribute a meager sum to remain under their roof.
But, of course, being in my mid-20s, I was itching to live on my own. So I got myself a cozy little one-bedroom apartment…close to both work & my mom’s cooking. I was on the hook for my own chore-doing now, but I managed more or less OK. I still do, but I fear I’ve maybe gotten a little neurotic with it…
