I go in for my appointment with the temp agency woman at 10:00 A.M. tomorrow. She asked if I wanted to do full or part-time. I decided to go with part-time. It is likely good for me to do small adjustments rather than huge changes. Either way, it is pretty much guaranteed hours, and I can really use that in my life.
Current job that pays the bills isn’t cutting it. I need to be making $200 a week to achieve something close to balance in my finances. Unfortunately, I haven’t hit that threshold more than maybe once a month in the past few months. My savings is almost gone and I don’t know how to make my bills this month.
This job is about a three minute drive from my house. Half that time is spent getting out of my subdivision. Not many people have the privilege of living that close to their job here, especially not out in the Chicagoland suburbs. So I’m grateful to even have the chance at this.
The scheduler at my current job was trying to tell me I was going to get shorter shifts because of cutting back my availability to take on a second job. I gave her a puzzled look because she has already given me 90% of my shifts within the availability I have given her. Hell, this week alone, all my shifts are done before 1:00 P.M. Essentially, that, to me, means very little should change, and it takes very little away from how they currently use me. Plus, they still have me for full weekends, and that’s always a good thing for retail.
Of course, I could be completely wrong, and they may cut my hours out of spite, anyway. In which case, I just find another part-time morning job to make up the difference, and then cut them out fully. It’s not like I’m stuck to only working for them, and I’m hoping that they value me enough to accept the change.
Hopefully, the universe will be kind, and everything will work out great. I will have to adjust to two jobs, but I imagine I can handle it. Heck, I used to work at least 20 hours a week and go to school when I first started college. This won’t be much different. And, as an added bonus, I don’t have homework, not to mention the fact that I don’t have to pay for the second part of my time. In a way, I will come out ahead in this.
I’m worried that everything won’t work out. I think that pessimistic side still gets a word in. It just feels like things are working out too easily, and that always makes me nervous. Usually, when things seem like they’re working out, the floor comes out from under me. I don’t want the floor to come out from under me this time; I want things to work. I need things to work; I hope things will work.
Sometimes, all you can do is hope for the best.