I have a job interview tomorrow.
I’m not going to leave the job that I have now. I will continue working Saturday and Sunday, 7am to 7:30pm. How funny is it that I have applied for over 5 positions with this company, and they’ve called me in for an interview… and I have no idea what position I’m interviewing for.
If it is any position but one of them, it is a full time, 40 hours per week job. This mean that I will eventually be working 64 hours a week, all 7 days. Wuff. I am really not thrilled for that.
I am in a funny situation in life where no matter what decision I make, I cause someone to judge and look down at me.
When I was only working Friday, Saturday and Sunday, people would ask me with disdain, “What do you do for the rest of the week? Don’t you have another job?”
And now that I’m going to GET another job, I am asked, “You are going to work seven days a week? You can’t handle that!”
So I guess it really comes down to making sure that I’m doing the right thing for me, period. Yeah, I’ll take Brock and my parents into consideration, too… but even they can’t have the last say in what I do – they don’t know what will or wont make me happy.
It is safe to assume that working all seven days of the week is going to wear me out. I’m fairly certain that, looking at it from THIS side, I’m probably going to hate it very much. But it’s not a permanent thing. Come October, I can drop the weekend job, and stay with the weekday job that I’ve always wanted. Sometimes we have to do things that we don’t like in order to get the things we do, right? Right.