Hey, Mockingbirds. Long time, no post. I just added a page of personal work and thought I’d share it in a post as well.
My name is Kaitlynn Mockett. I’m 22 years old. I work 25-30 hours a week and I’m a full time art student. I work in order to sustain myself and continue my education. I don’t sit at a desk and answer phones. I don’t schedule appointments or verify insurances. I don’t make food and I don’t take people’s orders (at least not anymore). I work in a warehouse. I work at Check It Books. My job is absent of glamor, comfort and bragging rights. It’s physical labor. It’s dirty; it’s monotonous, and it’s tiring. But, it pays the bills.
This series focuses on what American youth do in order to get by and how many of us actually do work to sustain ourselves, and sometimes to sustain someone else as well. In my near year at Check It, I have met some amazing people who have shown me that I am not alone in my struggles. Some 18, some 22, all young, and most in school or working toward it.
Some describe us as the lost generation. The aimless, irresponsible wanderers who have no path, no drive and no gumption. This series begs to differ those points. I want to show everyone what I see each and every day. These are the people who break their backs alongside me, doing whatever they must to get to the next place in their life.
Working a job like this makes most miserable, and for a while I felt that way. Some days I still do. This isn’t where I want to be; this isn’t what I want to be doing; I could be so much more than this, couldn’t I? But the truth is, this place keeps me grounded and grateful. I love my life and I love this job. I love knowing these people and what they bring to me week after week. I love knowing there are others who will work as hard as I do (and sometimes harder) to achieve the life they wish to have. They have taught me patience, humility, and appreciation. To my scanners, shippers, shelvers and warehouse men: you are my treasures, the bright parts of my days in the midst of monotony, the laughter when I feel my feet dragging… thank you, for all that you do, and know that I am with you. I understand you. I walk beside you. We are worked.