It's fun to think about what you want to be when you grow up in elementary school. With years and years ahead of you, it's easy to have aspirations of becoming lawyers, doctors, firefighters or business owners.
As a 25 year old, who has completed college, stumbled into living in a house and is trying to make it by with part-time waitress wages, it's far more stressful. I don't have years to devote to going back to school, even if I had some idea what I wanted to do, much less the money to do it with.
Now, Brian's work is drying up (falling temperatures mean fewer people's air conditioners are busting), and he's panicking even more than before about our income.
It's not like I'm not trying. I've applied to places all over the area, from grocery stores to hospitals to schools. Either the competition is too stiff or my name and some information on a form is not impressive enough to the hiring managers here.
The clique-ish quality of the community here is also a problem. It seems impossible to get your foot in the door anywhere without knowing someone. I know a few people now, mostly through Brian, but a few through other avenues, but feedback is slow going.
I've kept myself busy by focusing on keeping dishes and laundry done, the pantry stocked and food made. Almost to the point I'm afraid to get a regular job again because I think I'll be too tired to keep up with all of this after working eight hours. Then again, I'm also afraid of not being able to pay the bills.
Having someone renting a room helps with income, but just a little. I've taken on one extra four-hour shift at the restaurant, and a Friday night regular has apparently noticed how hard I work there and asked what my degree is in, stating he helps with hiring for a local college. A friend from aikido has a family member that may need help with some merchandise displays, so I'm hoping to hear from him this week.
I am also looking at signing up for tax school. Two classes a week for six weeks to learn to prepare income taxes. Then possible employment from December to April. It's not a lot, but dang it could help if I don't hear back on anything soon.
Something has got to break. Holidays are coming up, someone is going to need help bad enough to take me on. I'm going to need insulin soon, too, which is going to put a dent in the bank. But I guess I'll just do what I've always done and make it work.
