|Aurora over Kansas by Lane Pearman, A rare occurrence indeed.|
Oh, well! Moving on.
Today, shortly after receiving the dreaded email of rejection, I was called for an interview. Yay. Subdued yay, because the job is low paying, possibly part time (though maybe not), and not anywhere near the "professional" position that I need. Applying for it, I couldn't help but think that I was giving up. That they called me so quickly, I can't help but think that this job, and jobs like it, are all I'm ever going to get. There seems to be an inevitability in this, you know? It's work that I have been trying so hard to get away from, work that I spent tens of thousands of dollars on my education to avoid having to do, and yet . . . This is what I'm most likely to get.
It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.
I need the money. Desperately. I'll have to continue working at the library, which is a pity, but, right now, it can't be avoided. I don't mind the work itself. I actually kind of enjoy it. What I mind is what comes with it: low pay, crappy hours, the disrespect masked by the assumption that you're uneducated/stupid/too lazy to get a "real" job, etc.
Blah. I'm being too negative. I'm actually grateful for the chance this job brings, and a little bit happy that they've called. I was beginning to believe that I was completely unhireable. Two interviews in as many weeks goes a long way to prove that thesis wrong. So, yay! Maybe I can find a job after all.
And here's some big silver linings about this job (if I get it):
- Health insurance
- More money! Along with my library job, I'll be able to:
- Pay off most of my debts, especially my credit card!
- Buy a new bed!
- Get some new clothes!
- Do things, like, go out to dinner! Or even a movie!
- Rebuild my savings!
- Buy new bookshelves!
- Get a new phone!
- I can dye my hair some funky colors, which is something I've wanted to do for YEARS now. Seriously, the hair is a big thing for me. Check out Ursula Goff's website to get an idea of what I'm wanting to do, especially "galaxies," "oceans," and "jewels."
If I'm able to get at least something of a set schedule, then maybe I'll have some free time. That's not guaranteed, of course, but a girl can dream. I just hope that I won't be roped back into going months without a day off. That way lies madness.
So, this is a good thing. Maybe. If I get the job.
Once I get my debts paid off, I'll think about quitting the library.
I'll have to make time for both writing and studying. I'll have to prioritize it. I've been wanting to make a living writing forever and haven't ever really believed I could, but I'm not doing too good a job making a living any way else either. Now's as good a time as any to really follow my dream. Maybe I won't have to get a "grown up" job after all. Maybe I'll be able to transition to writing with the help of this job possibility.
That would be good.
If I get this job, then I'm going to dye the crap out of my hair for my birthday. And maybe next year get that tattoo I've been wanting. (It's a simple compass rose).
Bright side, bright side. I'm feeling good!