On a more serious (I hate serious) note… today I had to get a second job. I’ve worked two jobs before, but only because I wanted to, not because I had to.
I recently earned my degree in Medical Administration, and ta da, the student loan payments are about to come due. I did not anticipate this happening. I assumed (incorrectly) that I could apply for forbearance forever. The limit for forbearance on a student loan is 36 months TOTAL FOR THE LIFE OF THE LOAN. So, low and behold I could go back to retail and earn a butt load of cash, have crappy hours, and deal with people who think they know everything about everything, and even though you have been trained, you can’t know more than they do, and want to punch people in the taint! OR, I can keep the job I have now that pays crap (compared to what I was getting paid before), have an 8-5, weekends, holidays off, not deal with people face to face, and pick up and extra job on the weekends to pay for these damn student loans since I can’t seem to find a job in my field that will pay me more than what I am making now.
So, here I am looking for jobs, and it is really good that my husband knows people. He told me to call some one he knows through his job. Low and behold, I go down and pick up the paperwork. I start Saturday. No interview, nothing… and even though I have no experience, she is going to try to get me in at a higher wage (still a crap wage, but I honestly appreciate every little penny I can get).
Those who know me know well, I’m a bit of a neat freak when it comes to my work environment. I like things by the book…. But if you visit my house, well, it is a disaster. Guess what I’m going to be doing for 5 hours (give or take) a day on Saturday and Sunday? Housekeeping. Yes, I will be cleaning up after other people. I don’t have to interact with them, so I can judge the lack of cleanliness and pat myself on the back for how well I clean a room (hopefully).
I forgot to ask if I could wear gloves.
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