Money’s tight around here lately which is the only downfall to having Adrian working closer to home rather than up north in “oil town”. He used to get paid at least twice what he makes now, BUT he was only home four days out of fourteen. He’s been home for over a year now and we’re still trying to make the financial adjustment. Some of the problem is our own spending habits, and some of it comes from everything getting more expensive. Groceries, gasoline, house utilities…just everything.
This time of the year is expensive, too, since we’re registering the kids in their activities, they seem to have grown out of all of their clothes, and Christmas will be approaching quickly enough.
Pause while I break into song:
Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man’s world…
Eh hem. Back to what I was saying…Oh yes. We need more money.
I’ve spent the last two days creating a resume which proved to be a challenge since I haven’t worked outside of the home in over eight years. BUT with the help of my very good friend, G, who is all knowing and wise in these matters, I managed to pull together a half decent resume that I can even be proud to hand over to a potential employer. It seems that I’ve actually accomplished some things over these last eight years and raising kids isn’t totally brainless. In fact, I got myself skeells.
So today, brandishing my shiny new resume, I went out and pounded the pavement. Well, so to speak. I drove my minivan to two stores.
First I went to a well known book store while my friend, S, occupied the kids outside in the van. Thanks again, S! They’re hiring at the moment – as is most places here in AB. I spoke to a manager, she took my resume, and said she’d get back to me within the week.
Oh I hope I get that job. I hope I get that job. It would be nice if I got that one since I enjoy reading.
Then we went onto a popular department store (NOT WALL-MART!!!). I had to go there anyway because R needed new shoes and pants and shirts (see above where I mentioned that he grew out of everything). I thought that I’d bring along my resume
because it’s so pretty just in case. As it happens, they’re hiring, gave me an interview right away (again while S took care of the kids), and pretty much hired me on the spot. They’re going to call me next week with shift and wage information.
Here’s where the “eek” part comes in. Now that I’ve got a job, I don’t know that I want it! Do I want to be away from my family? (It would be evenings and weekends when Adrian is home) Do I want to go back to serving the public? Do I want to work in a department store? What if I’m not any good? Is the extra money worth the potential stress on myself and my kids and husband? Am I making the right decision? The extra money would be nice, though.
I’ve had jobs, in the past, that I’ve hated and I don’t want to do that again. If I have to work, I want to enjoy my job. That’s why I was hoping to get on at that book store. There’s still a chance. And the department store isn’t calling back until next week. But what if they call on Monday before the book store calls?
Oh jeez. I’m rambling now. What to do – what to do.
I guess, just simply try it, and if it doesn’t work out I can quit. Although, I don’t like the idea of walking out on a job to which I’ve made a commitment. Sigh.
Thanks for reading this mish mash. This is how my brain works when I’m trying to make a decision…back and forth…which is why I tend to be indecisive in my life. 😯