It’s impossible to argue with the fact that all jobs are important. We see people specialize in different things every day. They could be doctors, school teachers, cashiers, or cleaners. All jobs contain things that outsiders have no idea about.
We at Bright Side have found Internet users of different professions that revealed the invisible side of their jobs. And in the bonus section, you’ll find a tweet about the difficulties that shop assistants have to deal with.
“My sister works in a photo center and this is who she was asked to take a picture of.”
This is the hand of a doctor after removing his medical gloves after 10 hours of being on the clock.
“A group of teenagers came in just to trash the theater. I was one of the people that had to clean it.”
“I work in the Arctic and Antarctic and find it much more convenient to wear my watch on a lanyard than on my wrist because of all of the layers I wear.”
“This watch has been to Antarctica countless times and to the geographic North Pole 12 times.”
“Be nice to your trash man when it’s raining and it’s 30 degrees outside. We’re not invincible. This is my hand after working 4 hours in bad weather.”
“I work at a hotel these days and went to see if a room was mislabeled as dirty. This is what I found.”
“I kept my hotel key cards from my first year working for the airlines.”
“Working hard as a truck driver has its advantages: the views!”
“My mom works at Amazon and she sent me a photo of one of the trucks she loaded.”
“I work at a call center. Whenever I get a particularly rude caller, I like to draw what they might look like. Here’s Lorraine from today.”
“I work in a fast-food restaurant, and this is our broom. My boss says it’s too expensive to replace it, yet he drives a Lincoln.”
“I work in the film industry and I’m usually too shy to ask for a picture with an actor, but I had to get one with this little guy.”
“Every staple I removed in one year at my boring office job”
“I work in a −25°F freezer every day.”
“I work at a cat shelter. These are the ’can we keep him?’ photos I sent to my partner. It worked.”
“My job involves putting labels on boxes. I hold them with my left hand and put them on the box with my right. This is what my ’clean’ hands look like.”
“I got transferred to a new location at work. This is my new break ’room.’”
You can work anywhere if you’re a programmer.
“I work as a professional princess on weekends. My kitty insists on inspecting each costume for detail accuracy.”
“I work at a hotel — a guest left this when they checked out.”
So, I work in a movie theater. ’Family of the Year’ award goes to these guys!”
“I’m a seaman. We live alone in these rooms. Depending on your position, the room can be better and bigger. This is mine.”
“I have my own toilet and shower.”
“Took this photo yesterday at work. Thought I’d share it with you guys.”
I Was Told to Stay Away from the Old Lady on the Third Floor Until I Discovered She Knew a Secret About My Past — Story of the Day
When I took a nanny job at the Harrison estate, I thought it was my chance to start over. But the forbidden third floor and whispers about my mother’s past made me question everything I thought I knew.
When my mother passed away, my world fell apart. She wasn’t just my mom; she was my anchor. Without her, I was adrift in a storm of grief and bills that piled up faster than I could handle.
I spent countless nights scrolling through job postings. “Experience required.” “Degree preferred.” Each rejection chipped away at my hope.
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“Come on, Sarah,” I whispered to myself.
Then, one day, a thick envelope arrived.
The Harrisons?
I’d never heard of them, but the letter inside offered a job as a nanny for their eight-year-old son, Lucas. It felt like a miracle.
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***
When I arrived at the Harrison estate, its grandeur was overwhelming—perfect gardens, towering doors, everything so pristine it felt unreal.
“You must be Sarah,” a sharp voice broke my thoughts.
I turned to see a stunning woman descending the steps.
“I’m Veronica,” she said curtly. “Come in.”
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The house’s gleaming marble floors and sparkling chandeliers gave it the feel of a museum rather than a home.
“This way,” Veronica said briskly.
Lucas, my charge, stood by the staircase, clutching a book.
“Hi,” he mumbled, barely glancing up when prompted.
“Lucas isn’t much for talking,” Veronica said, brushing him off.
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She continued outlining the rules.
“And one more thing,” she said, stopping abruptly. “The third floor is off-limits. That’s where the grandmother lives. She values her privacy.”
I nodded, but her tone made me uneasy.
At dinner, I met Richard, Lucas’s father, a kind-eyed man who looked older than his years.
“Lucas has mentioned you,” he said warmly.
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“Has he?” I asked, glancing at Lucas as he pushed broccoli around his plate.
“He’s observant,” Richard said with a small smile.
Then there was Oliver, Richard’s eldest son, “just visiting for a while.”
That night, as I settled into my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the house held secrets that were tied to the forbidden third floor.
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***
While tidying Lucas’s room one afternoon, I stumbled upon a dusty old photo album tucked away at the back of his closet. Its leather cover was cracked and worn as if it had been forgotten for years.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I carefully opened it, flipping through the pages.
The photographs were full of happy moments: Richard as a young man, his arm around a lovely woman who must be his first wife. Beside them was little Oliver grinning at the camera.
My lips curved into a small smile, but as I turned the next page, my heart stopped.
This is… my mother!
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There she was, smiling brightly, standing beside Richard, holding baby Oliver in her arms.
What is she doing in these photos?
I remembered how she had once mentioned working as a nanny for a wealthy family, but she had never given me any details.
Why? Why did she leave? Why didn’t she tell me?
I stared at the photo, unable to look away.
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That evening, I wandered the hallways of the Harrison house, thinking. As I passed the living room, sharp voices caught my attention. I slowed my steps, careful not to make a sound.
“Your mother keeps bringing up Kristy and her child,” Veronica hissed, her tone edged with frustration. “I’m sick of hearing about it. How much longer are you going to let her go on with these stories? Kristy existed, didn’t she?”
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Richard’s voice was heavy. “She’s old, Veronica. She doesn’t know what she’s saying half the time. Kristy was just a nanny for Oliver. My mother is mixing up memories with things that never happened.”
I froze, gripping the banister. Kristy. That was my mother’s name. They were talking about her.
My breath caught as realization hit. The grandmother knew something about my mother and this family.
Is she trying to tell them something important?
I needed answers. And I knew exactly where to start: the third floor.
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***
The next evening, I waited for my chance. Richard and Veronica left for a charity event, and Oliver was buried in a book in the study. I tucked Lucas into bed, leaving the baby monitor on the nightstand, and quietly made my way to the third floor.
My heart thudded in my chest as I reached the locked door to the grandmother’s room. I’d noticed earlier that the kitchen keyring held a small, unmarked key. Slipping back downstairs, I retrieved it, hoping it would fit. When I returned, I slid the key into the lock. It turned with a soft click.
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The room was dim, lit only by a lamp on a small table. The scent of lavender lingered in the air. An ornate rug lay beneath a chair where the grandmother sat by the window, a photograph trembling in her wrinkled hands. She didn’t look up until I stepped inside.
Her gaze landed on me, and her eyes filled with tears.
“You must be Sarah. You look so much like Kristy.”
“You… you knew my mother?” I stammered, stepping closer.
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She nodded, motioning for me to sit on the chair across from her.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” she said, clutching the photo tightly. “Your mother worked here many years ago. She was Oliver’s nanny, but she was much more than that. She was everything to Richard.”
“What do you mean?”
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Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was filled with emotion.
“Your mother and Richard fell in love. It was a big secret. They had to hide it. Richard was already married, and my husband, your grandfather, demanded they keep up appearances for the family’s reputation. When Kristy found out she was pregnant with you, she left. She didn’t want to destroy the family. We’d been mailing for years. That’s why I have your photos.”
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The room spun around me. I shook my head, trying to process her words.
“Is Richard my father?”
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded.
“Yes, my dear. You are his daughter. I’ve tried to tell him, but he won’t listen. He thinks I’m just a senile old woman.”
Her voice cracked. “And Veronica, his new wife… She’s kept me isolated, trying to silence me.”
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I couldn’t speak. The weight of her words crushed me. She reached for my hand.
“That was my invitation in your mail. You have your mother’s spirit. And I want you to be part of our family. Sooner or later.”
“No one will believe me,” I said quietly. “They’ll think I’m here to take something or cause trouble.”
The grandmother’s expression softened.
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“In time, they will. Your mother, Kristy, was the only one who truly loved Richard for who he was, not for what he had. He knew it then, and he’ll feel it now. He will accept you because you’re part of her—the woman he truly loved.”
“I should go,” I said, hearing faint rustling through the baby monitor in my pocket. “Lucas needs me.”
“Go on, dear. We’ll talk again when the time is right.”
I slipped out, locking the door behind me. The hallway felt heavy as I descended the stairs, thoughts racing.
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Reaching Lucas’s room, I found him sound asleep, his small hand clutching his blanket. I exhaled in relief.
But, at that moment, I didn’t notice the faint sound of a door closing in my room.
***
When I entered my room, my breath caught! Oliver was sitting on the edge of my bed.
“You spoke to her, didn’t you?” he asked.
I nodded, unsure of how much to admit. “I didn’t mean to, but…”
He raised a hand, stopping me.
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“It’s fine. I overheard everything.” His face softened, the guarded expression fading. “I always knew something didn’t add up about that time. Now it makes sense.”
His understanding gave me courage, and we made a plan together. That evening, Oliver convinced Richard to call a family dinner. Even Veronica, though suspicious, had no idea what was coming.
As everyone gathered, including the grandmother, my heart pounded. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.
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“I have something to say. I didn’t come here with a plan to disrupt your family, but now that I know the truth, I can’t keep quiet.”
All eyes were on me as I told my story: how my mother had worked here, how she’d loved Richard, and the secret she carried when she left.
“I’m not here to take anything from you,” I added, looking directly at Richard. “But your mother deserves more respect than she’s been given. She’s far more capable than you think.”
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Veronica’s face reddened, but before she could speak, Richard raised a hand.
“Enough,” he said firmly.
The room fell into a heavy silence. Finally, I cleared my throat, breaking the quiet.
“I think it’s better if I leave. I didn’t come here to stay, and now you finally have a chance to make things right as a family.”
My gaze moved from Richard to the grandmother, and then to Oliver. “This is your time to fix what’s broken.”
Richard’s lips parted as if to object, but he said nothing. He only nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly.
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***
The next morning, I packed my bags. At the door, Oliver handed me an envelope with a salary. “You’ll always have a brother in me. Don’t be a stranger.”
A month later, I was invited back for my grandmother’s birthday. Lucas and Oliver welcomed me warmly, and Richard approached.
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“I ended things with Veronica. I want to make up for lost time.”
I stayed, and slowly, we became what we were meant to be. Grandmother laughed with Lucas in the garden, Oliver and I raced through morning runs, and my father and I biked along sunlit paths, sharing stories of my mother.
Together, we began to heal. At last, I had a family.
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