I feel extremely lucky, extremely grateful, and a little bittersweet, too.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
This quote by Wentworth Miller is precisely how I feel right now. I found out that a part time job opened up in a local deli in a grocery store. While the job is NOT the job I desire, it is a JOB. I will need money for grad school (coming up in August) and I currently need money for daily living. I feel like it's a wonderfully lucky thing that I was able to walk in, talk to three different people, and get hired on the spot (they even decided not to have any further interviews or so they said). (Although, I have known these people for a while, so they kinda know that I'll be a good worker.) But it is in a deli, where there are strict food safety rules and regulations to memorize and follow to a tee. I'll be wearing a hair net (I think I can rock that with a hat), I'll have a uniform (I had to buy khakis today after going to 4 different stores), and I'll have to greet customers and get their food items (like meats, cheeses, and such). I'm okay with most of this. I don't fancy being on my feet for 8 hours straight on most work days, but hey, I know plenty of people who do it, so maybe now I will be able to appreciate (and hate) it properly.
One of the problems I have with this new job (which I officially start on Sunday) is that my hours will be day to evening (around 11am-7pm - I'll be closing the deli!) and Zumba is during this time. I will miss at least 2 or perhaps 3 Zumba classes a week. Since there are only 4 a week, I'm kinda upset. I just got back to it after being sick. :( I just keep thinking to myself "Look at the bright side. You will be making money. This will be nice." This doesn't really suffice for me. I LOVE LOVE LOVE going to Zumba.
Oh well, such is life. I wanted a job, so I should have expected it to be one that doesn't fit into my schedule. Then, in August (if I last that long...gosh, I hope I do), then I'll have to work around my grad school AND work schedules. That'll be fun. Nothing like real life slapping you in the face to wake you up from your trip down fantasy lane. (I say I live in fantasy lane because I currently live with my parents - moved back after college so that I could get a local job, make money, and then go to grad school - and they don't really make me pay any rent or utilities and I can pretty much do as I please. I suppose this will still be good for me, considering I can just save up money for grad school and have my own pocket money for minor expenses.) Ah, real life. Ready or not, here I come.
Wish me luck!