After all my boo-hooing about not having a job, not making any money, not having any schedule to regulate my days, I finally got that part-time job near home that I decided to get last week. Remember when I said that I had a job interview? How I said that it wouldn’t be worth it because the pay was lousy and they weren’t offering enough hours? Well, I took the job anyway, because, let’s face it, something is always better than nothing.
I’m ashamed to admit that I’m still disappointed that I haven’t gotten calls back from any of the jobs that I was more excited about. The local library, the secretarial positions – I haven’t heard from any of them. When my phone rang this afternoon and I saw a number that I didn’t recognize come up on the screen, I felt a little thrill of possibility before I answered. This could be a big step! I thought to myself. I composed myself and prepared to be charming. Alas, it was only the little retail store in Elkton, MD, asking if I would like to join their team for 12 hours a week at $7.75 an hour. I looked and my mother and she shrugged, as if to say It’s a job, isn’t it? So I said yes, asked when I start, and got the details about my first day.
I’m glad that I’ll be getting out of the house regularly for something other than job searching, and I’m really glad that I’ll be making a little bit of money to put into savings for when I get that real job that I know is out there somewhere. And there’s always the chance that I’ll get a call from one of the more exciting jobs, right? My pride is smarting at the idea of taking a measly part-time job selling bubbles to old ladies and little girls for a pittance, especially when I have a college degree and spent the last four years studying philosophy, but I will just have to collect my paycheck with a smile and console myself with the knowledge that this is just a temporary thing.
