This circumstance I am in now is giving me a headache.
Recently, I have been complaining a little about the lack of opportunities. However, I was never ungrateful. In truth, I am very thankful:
1. My part-time job of very few hours for minimum wage is still a source of income, I never go down to $0. Plus I’m surrounded by very nice people, and I have a very nice boss.
2. Great friends that are just around the corner – physical and virtual.
3. The volunteer hours at a nursing home every Friday of the week. I may not yet be doing groups, or conducting 1:1’s, and the likes, but I know I’ll get there someday, and soon. Besides,
4. My supervisor likes me, I think. She sent my resume, along with two others, to their sister facility, and said the administrator there liked what she saw.
However, not that I am impatient, logical maybe, three weeks passed and there was not yet a phone call. I assumed the less painful road of not expecting that the administrator went for another candidate.
So I took another route.
My friend has been bugging me for a long time about something. I said I’ll wait until after the first week of September, because I had to relieve for an employee at my part-time job. “I’d wait until then, if nothing came up, I’ll try it out.” Then the pressure of bills, and money, and parents took their toll. I cheated on my first love.
I believe it was the 29th of August when I met with said friend, who, in turn, introduced me to her boss, who conveniently owned a franchise of a cookie place somewhere north of where I live. In conclusion, I have a job now.
Days after I said I’ll take the job, my previous work called, offering a new position for this ongoing project. I’m not that disappointed about this soon-to-be-wasted opportunity. Especially when I started on my new job yesterday and confirmed it to be a sweet deal, literally.
The problem is, this morning, said sister nursing home’s said administrator called me. You can probably guess where this goes. I was invited for an interview this Friday. I said yes. I’m not saying I’ll get the job. But what if I do? It’s psychology vs. food. It’s saying no to something you love vs. saying no to something you committed to doing (which you like as well). And so. much. more.
What to do? What to do?!
Bedtime Stories 